Peacefully in her sleep, my mother died this morning.
My dreams were strange last night, and I had a hard time sleeping around 4 am. Mom died right around that time.
Today I'm packing, doing laundry to pack; we'll clean up the car and get a new case of water for the trip. Howie won't be coming with us this time (he's getting too old, and the last trip took too much out of him) so we'll have plenty of room for extra clothes. I have no idea how long we'll have to be there.
I'm not happy my mother is gone, but I am happy that she's done with that damned disease.
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