Tuesday, November 04, 2014
Mom died just before midnight last night. Talked with all my siblings, cried a lot, got a really bad headache from the crying, and then finally fell asleep.
Mom did not want a funeral. But last night I gave her about 12 of them, including one at sea and one in space. I also spent weeks in the hospital with a friend, adopted a baby, redecorated my house completely--including moving it to a seaside location--was witness to a large drug bust (the first time I took my adopted baby out for a walk, which distressed me since my gods I'd just taken on all this responsibility), and helped some kids from out of town locate the nursing home where their grandma was admitted.
Considering that I only slept about three hours, my brain had a very busy night. That was some wild dreaming. The only bad part was that when I woke up the part about Mom being dead was still real.