I got a call last night that a life-long friends mom wasn’t doing good. My sister had confirmed before bed, that she had passed.
Our mother’s had met when my mother was 15 at the Municipal Pool (Jimmy Thompson Memorial), right around the corner from where I live now.
We didn’t want to tell mom so late at night, so we arranged to meet at my parents for 8:30 AM after I dropped the girls off to write their exams. My sister and I were sick to our stomachs at the thought of having to break this devestating news to her.
My mom was sleeping when we arrived, so dad went to wake her up. As exepected, she was gutted. Seeing a parent so heartbroken is one of the worst feelings in the world.
They were still dear friends to this day, and had recently enjoyed an hour-long conversation together. She was shocked. Gutted. “An end to an ear,” she stated tearfully.
We stayed with mom for quite awhile. My sister picked up Emma after her exam and brought her over. Mom shared a few stories, we watched the dogs play, and hugged, held back the tears, and shared ‘I love you’s’, when we finally parted ways.
It was a slow day from there. I was exhausted. I hadn’t slept much knowing that we had to break the news that her longest and one of her dearest friends, had suddenly and unexpectedly passed on.
I am filled with grief for my extended family. Her son and I have been friends since birth, with a little help form our mother’s always being together. Her daughter had already been born when our mother’s met.
So many fond memories of my own have rushed through my mind the past 24-hours. She was a kind, giving, and supportive woman. The world has lost a wonderful spirit.