I have one brother and one sister who live in Green Bay. My sister handled most everything. All other siblings are scattered throughout the US.
Waiting for all to have the opportunity to arrive in Green Bay, funeral has been set for next week. Seems so drawn out.
It wasn't suppose to happen this way. I expected to get a call someday that something happened, drive home and have the chance to say good-bye. That didn't happen.
She did suffer a major stroke several years ago. Along with diabetes and the stroke, she was unable to walk or talk for about 5 years now. She was in a nursing home. Thursday, she just didn't wake up. Her breathing was labored in early am, pulse was weak and she just slept away peacefully.
My sister took care of all the calls, the funeral and such. I believe I will be heading down a little early to help cook, and prepare her home for arrival of the 6 kids, spouses, grand children and great-grandchildren.
Wednesday the family members are to meet at the funeral home for our personal, private good-byes. Thursday is the visitation and service. Friday is the burial.
I am the baby. A later in life child. Most of my siblings are much older. My mother was 85. Even though it was peaceful, and I know she is with my father, it still is hard to realize that she is gone.
AND...they (brother and sister) decided the six kids will be the pall bearers. I honestly don't know I can do that. I really don't know.
I need strength.