I'm in MN for my mother's funeral

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19. So sorry for your loss

Tygrbright, you hit a lot of notes in your piece.

I don’t know you, but I can so relate to your pain.

It’s so hard to lose the ones that reared us.

My mother had ceased to be my mother by the time she passed. It was a years long process where my austere mother who could flay you with her sharp tongue became a nice little old lady.

Then there came the day that I hit her with a devastating line that at one time she would have shrugged off and I realized that she was on the verge of tears.

Something had changed then.

A year later she asked to move into a nursing home. Three years later and she didn’t remember any of us—although she tried to fake it at times.

I became an adult orphan. My father gone and then my
Mother’s mind gone.

It’s hard.



Peace unto you.