It’s been an amazing and exhausting week following the death of my mother early Saturday morning. More about that on Daughter on Duty tomorrow. After three non-stop days with my sisters, today I went with the breath and took an adventure day. Paradise seemed a fitting destination. It doesn’t need many words, other than to say I think it’s been four decades since I was there when the snow came down to the parking lot. And that was on the Fourth of July.
Back in Morton, where the mountain road meets the highway back to civilization, I followed this truck out of town. They provide equipment to hospice patients. The tears returned, the gratitude that my mother is free. That I am free. That I didn’t have to rush home for a visit to the Manor. I stopped for tulips in Mossyrock, along with a memorial hydrangea and my mother’s geraniums for the pots under her bedroom window that have held summer geraniums as long as I can remember.