Sunday, 31 March 2013

My Week

It has been a long week.  My mom passed.  I went back to Bama for the funeral.

I have this vivid memory of the morning that I went off to the Air Force....1 Aug 1977.  The family all had breakfast.  My dad wished me well, and had to gone onto work.  I ended up being carried over to the bus terminal at the county seat, a thirty-minute car ride, and being dropped off there by my mom.  She offered up some last-minute cash to me....but I told her I had enough.  She gave me some well-wished words.  I got on the bus....waved to her, and left.

It ends up being this oddball memory that I always associate with her.  At least once or twice a'll pop up in my mind for two minutes.

From the funeral?  I was surprised how many folks showed up.  It was a fairly big turn-out.  My mom hadn't been in great shape over the last decade, and hadn't got out much.....but folks remembered her.

After such a long week....I'd like to say that I have a week to recover....but I don't.  I probably had less than four hours a sleep per night, over the last five days.  I'll get one quiet Easter Sunday to find some way of recharging myself, and then go back to work.

1 comment:

Don said...


My sincere condolences to you over the loss of your mother. She is in a better place now. May she rest in peace.