One moment there, the next moment gone...???
Tuesday morning I went for an early walk taking sunny flowery pictures (see previous post). In the evening, I got a phone call that my mum was being brought into hospital. A couple of hours later, she was dead! No time to say good-bye... I'm still finding it hard to take in.
My brother drove 300 kms in the middle of the night to our dad (who is not at all well either). None of us got more than perhaps 1 h sleep that night. Yesterday was a "chaotic blur" of phone calls and waiting for people to call back. My own blood pressure through the roof. Last night I slept, though; and woke up feeling a bit better. Today I've met with my dad and my brother; and several more phonecalls, including preliminary contact with the undertaker, whom I'll be meeting on Monday.
If I don't get round to much posting (or visiting other blogs) in the next few days or weeks, you know why. On the other hand, I might still find it a relief to write occasionally, if I feel physically up to it. Remains to be seen which phases I'll be going through, and in which order...