John’s mom passed away last night in her sleep. I was actually caught off guard, surprised. But I don’t think John was. He has mentioned that the times throughout all of this that he’s talked to her (on the phone, since he was never allowed to visit), he clearly sensed a decline. Which was WHY he was concerned about her wanting to go home—she needed a whole lot of care, and she wasn’t going to get it at home. We’re thinking now that she somehow knew that the end was near, and that’s why she was so incredibly relentless about getting out of that rehab center and going HOME.
John did talk to his mom last night (after she’d commandeered her ride home) and he was no longer the “bad guy.” I think he was still frustrated with her (she’s always been stubborn and opinionated), and she let him know that she understood that he was looking out for her best interests. And then she apparently went to sleep and died.
So sad. We’re both orphans now. At our age, that’s not a bit unusual, but it still affects you. It still messes with you.
Here’s a pic of John and his mom when our house was being built. (With a wiener dog in the background).
In case you’re interested, this is what that exact same space looks like now:
Ahh, time.
