I wrote about her in a post about 10 days ago. She died of cancer, peacefully in her sleep, free of pain and misery.
My brother and my nephew Ryan were with her at home. Chris had a few more calls to make, but I think he's at peace, too, because he said he's felt so useless that he couldn't do anything more for her. Now, at last he might be able to sleep, knowing she's not suffering any longer.
She hated talking with me about politics and religion! Now, I have very few people who I can argue with about these topics. I'll miss her.
I started putting a "care" package together a couple of years ago--filling it with little stuff like notepads, body wash, collectables. ...but it's never gotten mailed. She had one on her end, too, for me, but they're just a small box that you toss things into as a surprise you can have someone open and enjoy. But like some other things in my life, it still sits there.
I'm surprised I cried as much as I did when I heard. They're in Vegas, and I'm back in Mass., and I haven't seen her in 5 years. My brother and I have grown closer--perhaps that is a gift from this whole event.
RIP, Barbie. You can see your mother, brothers and sister, aunts and uncles and everyone else now.
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