My Mom

I got back from germany last week. I went to visit my Family, Mother and Brothers and Sister. Little did I know that my Mom had been under the Wheather. Which is an understatement, because she passt away a week later. I came to visit her and instead had to make the funeral arrangement along with my siblings. I then had a flare,I guess the stress got to me. I was glad to have packed the Prednisone. I miss my Mom. I had no Idea that she had been ill like that. Every Saturday I would call and we'd talk for hours. She never told me she had been sick and not feeling well. She would be 85 on June 10th. So I know she had a long life, but it still hurts.