As we got into November 2015, things got progressively harder for her and we didn’t do as much. I took her back to Alabama on Thanksgiving weekend because she needed to be near her health care providers.
By the early part of January things were not going well, the decision had been made to stop chemo and begin hospice care. My husband and I drove up to Alabama and got in on Thursday night. Friday we went to see her and she was doing fair. She ate a bite of cookie for me, she told me strongly “I Love You too” and I got a great mommy hug. I was so glad we went. Because the next day she wasn’t as perky. But we thought we would have time and we had responsibilities in FL so we returned home. Getting there about 1:00 in the afternoon on Sunday, the 17th. At 3: 45 (EST) my sister called me and said she was gone. The bottom dropped out and we could not fall apart. We were in Wal-Mart getting groceries. We quickly made plans to turn around and go back North.
We buried our momma on Wednesday, January 20, 2016. It was a rainy raw cold day and not many of us went to the cemetery after the funeral, but others went out a few days afterward. My husband and I could not wait because we had to return to Florida.
It hits me once in a while. Not all the time. That she is gone. That I can’t call her and ask a question about my genealogy project or anything else.
But as she would say if you asked her if she was ready to go, she would say "Not Today."