Anniversary

 "Here is Sunday morning’s moon ushering my dear mother onto her next port. I will miss her every day but rejoice that she is free from suffering and, once again, united with her parents, her husband, and her daughter, Renee." 3/24/24.

It was two years ago this week.  My mother fell on Saturday night.  The MRI suggested that she'd had a stroke before sustaining injury to her skull and brain in the fall.  Both sides of her brain were damaged.  She could speak to me before she was removed from the house to travel to the hospital.  She didn't want to go.  She wanted to be taken to her room.  When I saw her an hour later in the ER room, she could no longer speak.  I got a call about 4 AM telling me she had died.  Zupe and I drove to the hospice center to see her.  I wish I could have stayed with her to hold her hand, but I had Zupe with me.  After we said goodbye, we drove home and all the way I was led by this full moon.  

Zupe's taller now and I am, bit by bit, surrendering my hair.  I'd always intended to shave my head in mourning after my mother died.  I'm not sure now why I didn't do it.  My hair was pretty long back then.  Well, long for adult Ann.  I'll get there this summer.  

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