Ran some errands today, picked up a few things for Mom’s Celebration of Life. Jess also talked me into making some pizzelles. We had two irons going, so it didn’t take long and I’m glad she suggested it; otherwise, it’s very unlikely I would have made them. Brought back memories of the last time Mom helped us – here at my house in 2009. She was living at Outlook Manor at the time. I remember she sat down right away and knew just what to do, but lost interest quickly. Smart woman – she decided she’d rather eat the cookies than press them.  (((smile)))

Tonight we sorted through a huge pile of photo albums and pulled more to be scanned for the slide show. I thought we were done until Jess found another huge tub of albums I had forgotten about. Perhaps we’ll get through those tomorrow night and then I can start pulling some jpg’s together.

I am vacillating between being overwhelmed and thinking we have everything covered. And, to be honest, what I’d like to do is just curl up with my favorite blanket for the rest of the winter. Probably a good thing we have so much to do, actually. I’m also extremely thankful for Jess at this time. She’s been staying here at the house, and that has been more of a comfort than I expected.

It’s odd because I usually love my solitude, but not so much at the moment. On the other hand, I really don’t want to be around or even talk to other people right now. Hard to explain. I don’t even really understand it myself… to be honest, the idea of Mom being gone doesn’t even feel real.

Social worker from Kobacker House called today. I guess someone from the “bereavement team” will be calling soon. Their services are available for up to 13 months. I haven’t decided yet whether I’ll take advantage or not…

One thought that keeps running through my head is something a friend said a couple of days ago. Maybe God called Mom home at this time so that she could help comfort the precious babes from Sandy Hook Elementary. When I close my eyes, I can almost envision that – she loved little ones so much. The thought brings me some measure of peace. Just to think of her healthy again and wearing a big smile on her face… surrounded by those sweet children.

The Dispatch ran the obituary today, and I believe it will be in the Butler Eagle tomorrow. I’m pleased with the way it turned out. I had written it while sitting at Kobacker House the night before she passed…

Here are some more of my favorite photos from happier times.