After a lengthy downhill slide, Mom passed away Friday morning, at the nursing home, in her sleep. We had known it was coming as she had been failing quickly, so my sisters and I had been spending days with her there. She only slept, but I’m hoping she knew we were there anyway. She was buried next to Dad, on a beautiful sunny day with the white pines whispering in the breeze. I know she’s up in heaven, tending gorgeous flowers that never fade, in a garden with no weeds, walking hand in hand with Dad and her pets playing about her feet.
I’m exhausted from this last week, but promise to get back to you tomorrow for sure. I miss all my Backwoods Home family, too!