Mama Toby passed away shortly before 11:26 PM on Saturday, September 27th. She loved. She is loved. And she will live on, in my chin and my hands, in my curious appetite, and in the knitting and crocheting that I have learned from her.
Her funeral is today at 3 PM. (I cannot help but find it ironic that it should happen on this date of all dates.)
It was expected. For the last month I have been preparing. I am grieving, and yet I feel release at her being at peace, and no longer in pain and suffering. She had a long, full life, lived for 93 years, filled with love and humor.
I will always love my Mama Toby, and she will never be gone, not while I'm still around.
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