to perform the sad duty of carrying the ashes of a parent home.
My Mom joined my Dad in death last night. My sister and I were at Mom's bed side when she died. Mom died peacefully in her sleep. She was breathing but at some point I didn't see the signs of a pulse, then after a few moments she stopped breathing. (Mom like Dad had a do not resuscitate order, a perform no heroics order, in her health care directive on file with the board and care home and the hospice provider.) The hospice nurse arrived just a few minutes later and confirmed there were no vital signs. The RN arrived a few minutes later and declared Mom dead. Cause of death has not been determined yet.
Mom was 88 years old, having just turned 88 on the 14th of this month. Mom is survived by me, Marc, her oldest son, her daughter, Donalyn, her youngest son, Keith, and her sister Peggie Offermann.
So I await the phone call from the mortuary that Mom's ashes are ready to collect. Like Dad's ashes I'll bring them home in the Boxster.
Then I have to wait for Mom's death certificates. Once I have these then I will drive back east to Joplin MO where Mom and Dad will be buried. Afterwards I will begin the process of disposing of my parents' personal possessions and houses.
Not sure which car will get the call for this journey though I'm leaning towards the 996.
Sorry to bring such sad news to the board but unfortunately sad news is part of life as those of you who have lost loved ones know all too well.
Hopefully, my news will be a bit more cheery going forward.