| My mother died after a years-long decline in October.
She was 90 and it was a mercy for her to be released from a body that no longer worked.
But the permanency of the loss is still painful.
Her family honored her memory about two weeks after her passing, and I found some closure in my eulogy to her.
Did you share a love for poetry, music or art with him? Maybe some relief or comfort in dwelling on those things...
"Arms in the hands of the citizens may be used at individual discretion for the defense of the country, the overthrow of tyranny or private self-defense." -- John Adams |