Judy Cobb - December 14, 1927 ~ June 30, 2017
One year...an entire 365 days have previously gone by...VANISHED without my Mom, Judy, ringing me in Australia and sharing something usually very funny. Still I shed tears, engage in conversations with her, complain, whinge and whine, murmur and whisper, knowing that Mom is listening. I truly miss her. Because I am old enough to understand life's cycle OR life's circle you think that I would be handling it a bit better ...huh? I'm not. It IS what it IS. It almost feels as though Mom is a bird perched at all times on my right shoulder ~ hanging on for the laughs OR hanging around just for the heck of it. And the dreams...they come like torrential rains, but I welcome them. Love is real. Grief is raw. WARNING. You may want to step away now; this is a short story - not a post. This is a tribute to my Mother. This post is about my Mom's final days. I have never witnessed a person dying, much more......