[originally posted June 6 2011, 10:41 AM]
My mom never lived more than a block from the house she was born in. So it is fitting that the funeral home where she will spend her last hours above ground is within that same block.
I'm grateful that my brother in Atlanta GA had a chance to be with her yesterday and today before she died, and that my wise and wonderful wife had the intuition to tell him to come sooner than planned.
I remember one day last week thinking "this could be the last hug I ever give my mom". It wasn't the last hug, but it wasn't far from it. We got to tease and joke, to feel the warmth of one another's touch, to look into one another's eyes, and to just be together. I even got to feed her a few times, after all those many times she fed me.
Too bad the cemetery is so far from home... That one square block.