Shorter than expected

I have my mother's dentures in my pocket right now. It's sad and morbid and oddly hilarious. She carried her mother's around in her purse for weeks after grandma died in a car accident.

Mom died at 4:05, Monday, December 15, 2014. She was 68, a little more than a month from her next birthday.

Saturday was wonderful. We went to the zoo. She had a lot of fun and enjoyed the time with her oldest grandson, who has always been her special guy. She had pizza and we went to the Plaza for the lights.

We were going to go to the children's program at her church tonight, but she got to coughing and said we should just go to my sister's for dinner. She collapsed half way up the steps to Brenda's front room. Her mind went somewhere during the drive up. Her body caught up early this morning. 

There is much to be done.