My mom passed away yesterday.
She would have turned 87 in a couple of weeks, but in her own quietly determined way, she must have decided it was time for her to go, and she stopped eating and drinking a week ago. She passed peacefully, with my brother and his family by her side.
We are driving to Manitoba in the morning and will be gone the rest of the week, to say our goodbyes to this unassuming but strong woman, who raised four kids to be decent people.
Even toward the end, when she spent more time in her dreams than in the waking world, she had the most incredible memory for stories from her early life, and was our conduit into a world that we never knew.
Good-bye mom. I love you.