A Generation's Passing
It's been an odd day. Poor sleep, good morning, interruptions to nap, scrambling to fix this immediately arriving at work... The HOA issues with our repairs are rearing up in full, some degree of work is actually being done, some people are voicing their distress, and we'll see how all that shakes out.
And I also get to think on a bit of news I got over the weekend. My step-mother's mother passed away Saturday morning, representing the last of my grandparents to go. I was told she was lucid and okay when my dad got down there on Wednesday, but took a turn Friday. No extended illness, just a sad, but peaceful, passing. Somehow, it seems like I never hear about those.
I quietly mourn. She was kinder and more generous to me than I probably deserve. But in a way, it feels like it "was time." She was happy enough when we visited over Christmas, but I definitely had the sense that she was sort of going through the motions, rather than finding any enjoyment in life. I think she's felt lonely and somewhat aimless since her husband died in a traffic accident several years ago. However purposeless my own life might feel in moments of depression, I got the feeling her own was steadily hollow on some level.
If there is an afterlife, I pray she is treated well.
And I also get to think on a bit of news I got over the weekend. My step-mother's mother passed away Saturday morning, representing the last of my grandparents to go. I was told she was lucid and okay when my dad got down there on Wednesday, but took a turn Friday. No extended illness, just a sad, but peaceful, passing. Somehow, it seems like I never hear about those.
I quietly mourn. She was kinder and more generous to me than I probably deserve. But in a way, it feels like it "was time." She was happy enough when we visited over Christmas, but I definitely had the sense that she was sort of going through the motions, rather than finding any enjoyment in life. I think she's felt lonely and somewhat aimless since her husband died in a traffic accident several years ago. However purposeless my own life might feel in moments of depression, I got the feeling her own was steadily hollow on some level.
If there is an afterlife, I pray she is treated well.
*hugs*
ReplyDelete