Just 10 minutes shy of your 93rd birthday, Mom. You left this earthly place to "what's next." Thank you for the long phone calls where we jumped from thought to thought and you kept up with me and I kept up with you. We covered more ground via telephone back then before the dementia stole you from me. You are among those you missed so much and I feel comfort in that thought. Soar above us, though us, in our hearts and around our souls. Love reaches beyond our sight. Always a part of me and I thank you, sweet Jaynebug for all you shared, challenged, & questioned in me.

This was my post on Facebook today. I have written on Xanga about the dementia and many of you have been so supportive, so I thought I'd share her passing with you.  Those who are friends with me on Facebook, I thank you for the love and kind support, & prayers.

One of my sisters has joined me for the next few days.  We'll walk on the beach and remember our childhood and start to sort though some of our confusion having a mother who raised us to be individuals in a cookie cutter world, and in her last years was not truly present. Grief is a process and so we begin the journey.  We'll let the dementia times wash away and let the time before that long struggle come back to our hearts to help us heal.  Love was always present and will shine through.

(pats heart, and points to my family)