After taking a fall on Christmas Eve, my mother became bedridden and her body began to fail her. This morning, at age 84, she passed away quietly, at home, with my father at her side. They had been married over 66 years.
I'll be leaving tomorrow for Florida for the services and to be with my family once again. I am grateful for having had both my parents for all of my life, and for the inspiration they were to me.
I'm really not sure why I'm posting this here. It's not bike-related. I'm doing okay -- we all had time to prepare ourselves for the inevitable. She's finally at peace; her final days were agonizing for everyone, because she was in great pain.
I'm also grateful that in the past few years, I really connected on a deep level with both of my parents, and was able to tell them how much I love them and what they've meant to me. Not everyone gets that chance.