Many have reached out asking how I am during all this and really, I’m fine. I’m actually relieved. The “dominoes” had been falling for quite a while, slowly picking up speed until finally then the plunge was fast and extreme in the final week.
Mom was 87 and there really was no surprise here, just the inevitable finality. In her last few days, she wasn’t in any real pain, just a lot of discomfort, and if by some magic she could be sitting there with us, watching herself, she would have said “Alright, enough of this shit.”
More than anything, I’m comforted that she’s finally “okay”. That’s good enough for me.
I can only assume she floated up and out of there, moving on to whatever’s next. And although obviously, I can’t be 100% certain, I seriously think she was screwing with us for a few days after she passed.
Case in point #1: Vic, Zana and I were driving around to various places making arrangements for the service, etc. Out of nowhere, the radio turned on to some channel that wasn’t preprogrammed in, just static. No one touched it, and we just looked at it. Then it turned off. The next day, Vic looked around to see if there was anything he else he might have accidentally brushed up against to turn it on, but nope. Very poltergeist-y and we had no explanation.
#2: Linda was driving mom’s car, running errands. Upon leaving Publix, it wouldn’t start—- she called and Vic drove over, tried to start it—-dead. They jumped it, he took it to Auto-Zone, but upon testing, the battery was fully charged, and everything read as in perfect shape. No clue. Okay.
#3: My niece Tasha and her husband Christian were sitting on mom and Vic’s dock overlooking the creek. Tasha mention her grandma, and a manatee popped its head out of the water. Surprised, Tasha mentioned grandma again and a different one popped up a ways away. She said it again and three popped up together. Okay. A) if I’ve seen one manatee in that creek in 30 years, I don’t remember it. B ) Mom was *very* much an animal lover.
#4: The house had been visited recently by some centipedes, unearthed from some construction next door. Each about an inch or so long, and either brown or black, with short legs. You’d run into one here and there on cool tile, the pool, etc. On Friday, two days after she passed, I was abruptly awoken from my sleep by something hitting me in the back of the head. Somehow, one of these slimy bastards got propelled out of the A.C. vent over my bed at such downward velocity that it bounced off my noggin hard enough to wake me up. Now, having been the recipient of MANY a whack on the head, especially during the ‘70’s, I recognized her signature move.
All this happened two to four days after she passed, and was floating around out there.
So yeah, she was screwing with us. Some things never change.
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