My husband's momma passed on yesterday morning, officially at around 1 pm EST, but she left her body closer to 1030 or 11 that morning. It was all a matter of signing forms and stopping the resperator. I've never seen a person die. I was with my kitty when she passed, and she was my family, but never a person sans fuzz.

It's kinda eerie, really. I took the wee man for a walk, getting away from his terribly overbearing family for a while. We sat in the sun where he ate and we looked at all the things there are to look at. And I knew she had gone. When I went back up, the family was still waiting to talk to the doctor and decide what was to be done. I didn't have the heart to tell a room full of people that Karol had made the decision for them. A control freak to the end - that was her.

It's just strange, you know? That I knew. I'm just the daugher-in-law. But her son was apple of her eye. Her little boy forever and ever. She knew it was up to me to take care of him completely.

She accepted me when my own family didn't. She loved everyone, and and even though she was a smartass crazy white girl from New Jersey with an accent that said Alabama, everyone loved her.

And here's the most ironic twist. For all of my sleep training and immense amounts of patience at home, it took coming to Florida and his Nana's death to get my son to sleep from 11 to 6, something he's NEVER done before.

Thanks Karol. I owe ya one. We'll be seeing you in a couple years.