At 9 AM mom took her final breath and quietly went on her journey to her place of rest. It was a strange feeling, it was a feeling that for over a year I practiced and at this moment I did not know how to react.
I was a feeling that during this whole week we waited, my brother came from Ft Lauderdale the night before. My mothers two brothers came and one sister along with a friend of hers of many years.
My daughter was there, so was my two cousins and a cousin of my mother. We all were there keeping her company. Finally they all started to go home, first 12:20AM, then 1AM finally at 2AM.
When she went on her journey we all confessed that we were very happy that it was just us. The three of us, it was as she waited for our peace.
It was always all four of us, calling each other during the week or weekend for a family get together; somehow it was never complete when one of us did not show up. It was always great to have all four of us eating at the same table, like when we were growing up. I will always miss that.
I am grateful for the years that I did have, I am happy of the memories and the experiences shared.
I miss my mother, I cry when I remember little things just her calling me Ori now to me is a big event and hope to hear her say. Even the nicknames of my brother and sister, Noi and Eli rings loudly in my head.
I am tired…
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