My mom died yesterday, quite suddenly in the end, after a long illness that had been the focus of her and our lives for most of the last year. In her own inimitable fashion she absolutely refused to let us tell people what was going on, and if you knew her, you know we didn’t dare cross her wishes. *wry smile*
My son, upon hearing Grandma had died, said, “Does that mean she’s with the gods now?”
I said, “I guess it might. And she’s probably telling them how to get everything sorted out.”
He paused and said, “But they’re gods. Shouldn’t they already have that taken care of?”
Not according to Mom’s satisfaction, kiddo. That’s for damn sure.