I am the youngest of eight children, and it was simply by chance that I was the only one with her when she died. We had begun our 24 hour vigil (as we had done when our Dad died almost 20 years ago) 48 hours earlier after a day of constant visits by so many family members. My 6 hour shift began at 6 in the morning. With little warning, that shift ended at 9:35 when my Mom went to heaven.
The next few weeks passed with so much activity. This is the middle of the first full week that things are back to normal, but it is not normal at all. I don't have to do my Mom's laundry, plan my 2 weekly visits, or wonder what and how she's doing.
I have to figure out how to maneuver through this transitional time, and what I want from my new existence. I have to figure out how to fill the hole left by my Mom's death.
Processing is crucial, and will be done here and as I get back more seriously to my running.
What adventures await this Helen sans the other Helen?
