I am so sorry for your loss. Thank you for sharing the story about your visit to your parents house last month. 
I also wish you peace. Your family seems most loving which is to be treasured.
I flew into Raleigh last night for her visitation this morning. My family wanted their last memory of her not to be full of tubes and wires, so my sister contacted Mother’s minister, who had arraigned with a funeral home to get her niced up so we could see her.
We spent an hour with her, and reminisced things. One guy who shall remain nameless (but his name starts with an M and ends with an S and rhymes with “house”), kept cracking wise.
We then went to lunch at an Italian place. The server was one of my sister’s old students. That was fun.
My brother made her macaroni and cheese recipe tonight, which was 100% comfort food. I fly back to Nashville tomorrow, and Mrs Magill will come Saturday with Fang and Squeaky. I would stay, but the Y needs someone to be local for Spike, and I don’t think my back would take nine hours in the car.
My sincere condolences.
Sounds like you had a very nice visit to Raleigh spending time with your loved ones and enjoying good memories.
I’m sorry.
Yesterday would have been her eighty-first birthday. My father and sister went to her favorite restaurant to raise a toast to her.
Five months later, it still hurts. I am glad she’s no longer suffering, but still…
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I was beginning my summer break, so I think I missed this completely. Please accept my belated hugs for your loss. Losing one’s mother and/or father is an exquisitely painful experience, and I’m so sorry for your pain! 
It still hurts sometimes twenty years later. But it does become a different sort of hurt, and less frequently noticed.
Five months is still new and fresh. Five months after my mother died, I think I was still crying over her favorite vegetables in the grocery store’s produce department.
My heart goes out to you.
~VOW
I’m very sorry for your loss.