Before I get into this, let me say that this is more of a personal post, so if you’re simply here for travel content, please skip this post (though there’s a travel angle). I’ve been blogging for well over 17 years, and I’ve shared my highs and lows here. In recent years, Ford and I have had some highs, with the birth of our two healthy sons, who make us smile every day.
But unfortunately it’s time to share a (selfish) low. The day I’ve been dreading for well over six years is finally here — my mom’s battle with cancer came to an end early this morning, and all of her pain and suffering has been taken away. She outlived any expectation that we had when she first got her diagnosis, but that doesn’t make it any easier for those of us she left behind.
I’m happy for her. I know she has been looking forward to seeing my oldest brother (among others) in heaven, who she has missed dearly, since he died in an accident at a young age. But that doesn’t take away my pain, because it sure feels like a piece of me has gone with her…
A great solo travel tip spotted this week on One Mile at a Time.
