When the Hospital Calls at 1:30 AM, It's Not Good News

I called in sick for a 1/2 day this morning, and when I was taking my shower, I suddenly started feeling better (less like I was run over, which is how I have been feeling). My congestion cleared up. We'll see how much I get done tonight.

I went to Lincoln and got the bedroom floor cleaned and part of the refrigerator cleaned. While I was driving home. at 1:30 AM, the hospital called and I figured that it wasn't good news. Mom passed away. The strange thing is that I felt a feeling of peace and happiness right around the time she must have passed away.

I'm okay for now. I'm sure that I'll ugly cry sometime. But the Mom with whom I used to hang out on the phone has been gone for some time now. I just regret that she'll never see my house or explore Urbana with me.

Today Is the First Day of the Rest of My Life

I dragged myself out of bed at 8:30 AM. Called the cremation society, and the hospital hadn't called them yet. Gave them the details that they needed. Then I called the bereavement counselor, who the nurse last night insisted that I talk to today between 8 and 9, and all she had to say is to work with the cremation society to get the death certificates. I was annoyed.

I lay down for a long nap because I didn't get much sleep last night. My phone kept on ringing with some important calls and some junk, but then I was able to fall asleep. Got up and filled out the paperwork for the cremation society.

My dad says to not try to do too much in a short period of time. He is an only child too and buried both his parents, so he said that he has an idea what I'm going though.

Took another nap. I feel like I could sleep for a week. So I'm thinking to stay close to home tonight and do some packing and go to the old place tomorrow, and go up on Thursday. The rush was to get a picture of my mom's driver's license to the cremation people, and I already had a picture of it.

Zara is giving me a demerit because I'm feeding them late. I submitted a grocery order at Walmart for tomorrow morning. Oh, I have a short paper to write for my remaining class.

Cleaning out my mom's house is going to be hard. I was thinking of giving away the clothes that Mom wore in the rehab place as an easy place to start, and then I caught myself thinking that I can't give away Mom's sweater because she really likes it. Yes, this is going to be very hard.

Dinner has knocked me out. I'm going to go to bed and get up early to do stuff. I am doing dishes and laundry, however. And I need to scoop the cat boxes.