These are pictures of My Mommy and I, five years ago. My Darling Mr. V had just moved to Washington to start our life together and he had asked me to marry him during Fourth of July fireworks about two weeks before. He took these pictures and we both adored him (can you tell?).
This morning, just before 1 a.m., I got the call telling me that My Mommy's struggle with life was over and that her soul was no longer a hostage of a body and mind that were too ill to hold it.
I will miss her, but I am happy in the thought that she is at the big party in Heaven that I had told her was waiting for her. Her mother, her beloved older sister and so many other people she had loved and lost were waiting for her there. And she could drink root beer again (I hope she had left some for someone else!). And My Darling Mr. V's Beloved Daddy Russell is there, meeting my mother for the first time. He's riding his motorcycle around and she's got all the tuna and peanut butter sandwiches she can eat.
I love you Mommy and I am glad you are finally Home.