Bubbe took her last breath with my sister and me at her side this past Saturday evening before seven o'clock. We told the kids the next morning. Lewis wanted to know if she could still talk a little bit even though she died. Art recognized that Lewis doesn't know "anything about died" and so he asks lots of questions. After visiting potential site for a remembrance service and then stopping at Bubbe's to pick something up Art said, "Maybe we can go to Bubbe's house to think about her," as opposed to a cemetery or somewhere like that. I'm sure he can't fathom that anyone else would ever live in her little house.
As my brother-in-law, Michael, so aptly said we are experiencing a mixture of sorrow and relief but over time the relief will fade and the sorrow will take over. Those will be hard days. Right now I am enjoying a phase of disbelief and denial that belies my true heartache. Nothing else really needs to be said.