My Mother
My mother died about two hours ago. She had an aortic aneurysm Saturday evening, her birthday. The tear was 6 mm, and the doctor would only perform surgery if it was 5 mm or less. And she was still so weak after her stroke last October that no one thinks she would have been able to survive surgery anyway. We've made our plans to fly to Houston later today, and we'll return Saturday. My mother was already pretty clear about her wishes, that she wanted a graveside service and not a church service.

I know I'm still in shock, but I'm just glad she's not suffering. I always hated when people would say that at funerals, but my mother spent her entire life working--and often struggling--to make sure that my sister and I were safe and secure. Now that we are, I'm just glad she does not have to struggle or work any longer.

What took Auggie in January is the same thing that took my mother. They both bleed to death internally.

Long time readers will remember our trip to Texas three years ago to surprise her when she turned seventy. That trip is one of the happiest things I've ever done.
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