I never mentioned this, as I try to keep personal stuff off of the internet, but my mom, Beth, had been fighting the lung disease pulmonary fibrosis (not COVID-related and she never had COVID as far as we know) for a while now. Her older sister, my Aunt Kathleen, had the same thing and passed away from it in 2006. She had been on oxygen for months and the bad days were outnumbering the good ones as more time went on.
At 74, she had made peace with it weeks ago, saying that she had lived a great life.
My dad and her were married for over 52 years.
She had three sons, all of whom she saw often; I don't think I ever went more than a few days without seeing my parents, even if it was just to pop in for 20 minutes and say hi.
She had two grandchildren (thanks to my older brother), both of whom we all saw often (they are 16 and 15 now). If often feels weird if a week goes by and I have not seen them.
She and my dad traveled all over the place since both retired years ago (many places in the US, Ireland, Germany etc.), so there were no regrets. As a result, she just didn't wanted to keep up the fight against this disease if feeling like she was wasn't ever going to get any better.
Yesterday, she lost that fight. I am not overstating it to say that, even though we knew it was coming, my dad, my brothers and I all feel devastated.
My mom's side of the family, which is large (Irish-Catholic, do the math) has been crazy supportive thus far and I know will continue to be so, but this is gonna be rough. As distractions will be needed, I am sure I will still post more than my fair share, if for no other reason to get my mind on other things.
Thanks ahead of time for any condolences and well wishes.