Ian's mom passed away this weekend. We've been experiencing the immiment sadness for awhile, but still it seemed so sudden. Ian and his brother went up to see her last Tuesday, staying through and leaving late Wednesday afternoon. And on Friday, when we think back, there seemed to be many signs relating to Katherine. We toasted her during our daily routine of tequila shots before dinner. Stopping at Fred Meyer on the way home Friday night, my mom picked up a DVD copy of the fourth Star Trek movie to buy, but I poo-pooed the idea at the time. Star Trek was Katherine's all-time favorite TV obsession. Ian's phone conversation with his mom Friday night where she kept repeating "good-bye" but Ian only took it to mean her drugs were kicking in.
It's interesting to be at this point where all I can think to say to Ian is that his mom is not hurting anymore and her soul is peaceful now. I don't believe in God, nor do I believe in Heaven or Hell. But what I do believe is that a soul such as Katherine's is being honored by not having to deal with cancer anymore. Peace of mind and soul is what I believe in when a person dies.
Okay, I also believe in reincarnation but I'm still feeling that out and it has no baring on this entry. At this time.