Days like today

It snowed last night.  Not enough to make it fun, but enough so the attack poodle would not venture off the deck.  I had to shovel paths through the yard so she would go to the bathroom outside and not inside.  Just an annoying snow.

Snow days like today always reminds me of Mom.  I would always worry about her being able to go outside or her caretakers or for her friend Maggie to came visit.  I never had to worry, though.  Her neighbors went to High School with me.  Sam was my year and very kindhearted.  Di was a year behind me.  Di and I cheered together and we were both such "not cheerleaders" that we bonded.  They always took care of Mom.  They would shovel her out in the snow, put down cinders for traction, come over and fix her remote control or anything she couldn't figure out.  I couldn't have asked for any better neighbors for her.  But, of course, I'd still call and make sure she was okay. 

I got an email from my Lil Sis today.  Things are going better with her.  I'm starting to believe she was just lashing out due to grief and all will be okay in the long run. 

She brought news of Mom's stuff. 

This weekend the family that was burned out of their home came and took most of the stuff in the house. Even took the freezer in basement and the cedar closet - less stuff I have to move!!


Come to find out, the girl of this family, J, is the daughter of JC. JC grew up down the street from mom and they were good friends. JC told me how mom would say they were going to Sunday school class and her and JC would take the car up to visit Dad. Who knew mom was so wild in her days. I asked Dad about JC and he remembers her and her husband MC - I got the full story and history- reminded me of talking to Grandpa . They now live down on M's point- in a log cabin on the river. (possibly where the "wilderness family" lived) They were a very nice family!!!

So, I've started crying again.  And can't stop.  It seems like it is perfect timing for Mom's death...that this family of her friend will be comfortable and able to move on.  Just like Mom.  But I'm still so overwhelmingly sad.  I miss her so much.  I hate that she suffered so much for the last year.  I don't even know part of the reason I'm crying so much.  I guess grief is like this.  You don't even understand when or why it will overtake you.