My mother had already passed away before last week’s post posted, but I didn’t know that when I wrote it up. It was just a coincidence that I wrote about her for my weekly Wednesday post and then she passed on that very Wednesday morning in the dark hours before dawn.
I am happy that she is no longer suffering.
I am sad that, in many ways, I never got to know her. I feel like I never got to meet the woman my dad married, at least, not as an adult. I knew that woman only as a child, and the memories are hard to dig out.
She was ill my entire life.
But that’s my story, not hers.
I don’t know if I’m qualified to tell her story. I’m probably not.