Early Sunday morning Go Go Mommy passed away. She was staying with my Aunt and Uncle in North Carolina, and they said they heard her get up in the middle of the night and walk around a little, then heard her fall on the way back to bed. By the time they got to her, she was already gone. The leading theory is that she suffered a stroke, and that death was probably instantaneous.
My dad was visiting them that weekend as well. He said that they all had a good day on Saturday reminiscing. She didn't want a funeral, but we might have some kind of memorial when the weather gets nicer.
When I stop to think about it, I get pretty sad. So I've been not thinking about it very much. (I'm not *not thinking about it*, I'm just not dwelling on it.) For all that I didn't talk to her very often, I'm going to miss her. (It's one thing to know someone's only a phone call away, and not pick up the phone. It's entirely different to know that she'll never be there to answer.)
Right. Now I'm spending too much time thinking about it. I'm going to head home now, to my wife and cats and dinner. And when I turn on Go Go Mommy's computer tonight - which I set up on Laura's desk in the basement, but haven't plugged in yet - I'll spend some time doing my own reminiscing.
Posted by trent at January 24, 2012 05:25 PM