She died on Saturday, the day we left for the cottage. The obituary was well written, all of the funeral home arrangements were organized months ago. She made sure that everything was taken care of knowing that her husband of nearly 50 years and her family would be too distraught to do all of the planning.
She wanted things to be done a certain way, focusing on her life and her happiness, not the pain and suffering she endured for years when cancer took over her life.
She was a fighter right until the end. Last week, she was too tired to fight any more. She was ready to go to sleep. I still can't believe she's not here any more.
The sun finally came out early this evening after days of rain, overcast skies and intense wind. There's been a chill in the air since we arrived. The water is starting to calm down. The healing has begun, but the memories will always make me smile.
