My mother died yesterday afternoon. She passed away at her home due to complications from cancer. She was 72.
Her death was, insofar as we could tell, peaceful. She had deteriorated rapidly in recent days, and we were sensing the end was approaching. It came mid-afternoon: I was messing around on my iPad, sitting at the kitchen table feet away from her (her hospital bed had been set up in the dining room), and my Dad was in a chair next to her watching television. We had thought she was sleeping…. then we realized she wasn’t moving at all….
She died two weeks to the day after my uncle. Wanting to write a little something here and not knowing what to, I thought the best thing to do was perhaps share a lighthearted exchange from Distances. Here, “Joanne” (based roughly on my Mom) and “Uncle Bill” (whom you may know is loosely based on my real-life novelist uncle) find themselves spending a morning out together at a Long Island shopping mall:
As always, thanks for reading.
Oh, and she never did get that “g-ddamn” new dishwasher.