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My mother died, very unexpectedly, Tuesday morning.
We got to London in time to see her for a couple of days, but by the time she got there she was too weak, and in too much pain, for much conversation. We kept telling her that we loved her, and the last thing my mother said to me was "I love you."
The funeral was yesterday, in London. My brother and I sat shiva at Mom's flat last night, and then Cattitude, Adrian and I fled for home early this morning. At the funeral, and then last night, people kept telling us how wonderful and energetic and important she was.
More later, but I wanted to post something now.
We got to London in time to see her for a couple of days, but by the time she got there she was too weak, and in too much pain, for much conversation. We kept telling her that we loved her, and the last thing my mother said to me was "I love you."
The funeral was yesterday, in London. My brother and I sat shiva at Mom's flat last night, and then Cattitude, Adrian and I fled for home early this morning. At the funeral, and then last night, people kept telling us how wonderful and energetic and important she was.
More later, but I wanted to post something now.
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