It's been quite a journey for her. Mom first stepped foot into her house in December 1957 and left it last Thursday. In between was the Purgatory of raising her brood. Those siblings of mine could be quite a handful.
Today is the, well, not really the final farewell as every memory in the future will surely bring about a flood of emotion. We'll be saying so long for the rest of our lives. So perhaps this is the formal farewell. Fair enough.
Love you Mom. Sundays without putting 150 miles on the new old van will be something of an adjustment.
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