. . . and her last remaining sibling (Dorothy) died at age 98 on October 26th. Transitions.
Most of my siblings plan to make it to my mother's memorial gathering, at least, if not the interment at the cemetery. I assume that Dad also will attend. My showing up may, in the end, depend on what the weather's like. Even so, I will take along my nebulizer and a couple doses of albuterol. (Note to self: get a prescription refill.)
So many thoughts. Happy that she is now beyond the dementia that set in during the summer, the partial blindness from macular degeneration, and awareness of the most recent political campaigning.
And so we continue on with continuing on.