Morning phone call

My father called me this morning to let me know that his mother passed away.

I can't quite say how I feel about this. I haven't been really close with my family since I moved across country, and have only had a few chances to visit. I wasn't really even close before I moved...

Her passing doesn't come as any surprise. Just by quick estimate she was about 89. She was a life long smoker who quit smoking a few years ago. Her health has been deteriorating rather substantially for the last couple of years, and apparently she had a stroke and caught pneumonia (both! ) this last weekend. The medication that she was on was of the type that somedays she would be sharp as a tack, and other days, she wouldn't know left from left.

If I had visited down there I don't even think I could have visited her in the 'home.' I don't think I would want my last memory of her to be of someone that was just waiting for her time to come so she could be free of her shell.

She lived a fairly full life, and I'm glad for that. She was well known in her business world, and was considered a queen in the vintage motorcycle racing world.

She didn't want a service or anything like that, but she did want a party after a month or so(it will be in March). I can almost understand that. Most of her friends blazed the trail for her. You know - not to many old bikers left.

So, here I am trying to figure it out. What goes where...