My mother died yesterday. I got the call at 4:30am. She’d been hospitalized for an infection and couldn’t beat it this time. She went quietly and quickly.
Mom lived her life as if it were an ordained ministry. She wanted to touch everyone she met with love and encouragement. This she did in many different ways over the many decades of her life. Even in her advanced years, she pounded the hallways of her retirement-living facilities poking her head into every door to spread her special brand of cheer. She was much-loved by everyone.
Mom’s been “ready to go” for years. She’s had her share of serious maladies, has been hospitalized and has failed to die on several occasions before. That pissed her off. Today, she couldn’t be happier.