My momma died late yesterday evening after a long battle with not just one, but two kinds of cancer and all the complications that went along with them. My precious, sassy, wise and fiercely loving momma has gone to dance in Heaven. No more pain, no more tears, no more being trapped in a body that's betrayed her, no more loss of dignity, no more hospital visits or endless trips to doctors' offices. Just peace.
The Hubby and I had to tell the Bubs this morning. He cried. We're not sure how much he understood, but we told him that any and all questions are okay. He's already asked us, "Who's gonna be my Ammah now?"
Just when I think my heart couldn't break anymore...
I'm sure we'll be explaining things repeatedly for a while, yet. Whatever he needs. We decided to keep him out of school for today to give him a bit of time to adjust without so much outside attention...however well intentioned.
I know it's not logical, but I don't understand why the rest of the world is continuing to function when ours has screeched to a halt. Kind of childish of me, isn't it?
Well, it's time for me to go as there are a million decisions to be made and, for now, I need those decisions to keep me moving. Does that make sense?
