My mother died today.
Unexpectedly…she just dropped dead in the bank from a heart attack.
And I am sad that she has gone and I hope she has found peace. I am glad that our last conversation on Sunday was pleasant, even if it was about superficial things.
I am glad that I have not allowed myself to hate her, to be nervous and stressed about interacting with her and trying to figure out the dance of balance.
But I am glad that I let her love me as best as she could…and that I loved her back.