My mother died last Thursday, September 13th; the funeral is tomorrow, though it hardly that, she was 89, and outlived all of her siblings and friends, so we will only have an immediate family gathering around her casket before it goes into the crematory fires. I seem to have been in deep meditation since she passed away. It was a good death, coming as a release after years of gradual decline and being fully bedridden after her stroke 6 months ago. She passed away peacefully.
Florence Clews, 1923-2012
Christmas, 2011
Photo by Tara Clews
(Sept 18th. I am still too raw to write. Her funeral was this morning.
Monday, September 17, 2012
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