The End: Mom answers the call...

On Monday, 29 January 2018, I saw my mother die.

At about 11:27 in the morning, in front of my sister and I, we saw her quietly and without fanfare pass from this life to the next, completing her journey 75 years to the day after beginning it.

That is, she died on her birthday. 

It was the final act of a journey begun on New Year's day when an alarmingly swollen right leg prompted me to take my mother to the hospital. 

It's hard to imagine that an initial blood clot diagnosis on that day led to the discovery of cancer and my mother's eventual death, but here we are.

According to her wishes, we cremated my mother and on Thursday, 08 February 2018, her remains were interred with my father's in Floral Haven cemetery here in Tulsa. 

It's hard, nearly four weeks later, to imagine that she's gone.  Of course, four weeks will turn into six, six into twelve and so on, and life will resume,