Her Hands

This was written a week and a half ago... and I updated the tense... life continues to be ever so slightly busy and off kilter... "Yesterday" was a chaotic day of trying to decide if we had time, and could that time be stretched to cover all the bases. It was decided that time would tear if stretched that far unless we used two people. So my husband went alone to his dying mother's side, he was already more than half-way there in Southern Maine. I'm glad that we could stretch it that far. But I missed supporting my mother-in-law and my husband in this hour. She was not one to stand on ceremony and would tell you that you didn't need to attend any old funeral for her. But I know in her heart she still would care. My daughter and I made the 11+ hour drive to Presque Isle a week and a half ago for her service. It was a long but leisurely drive once we got into Maine. Half of the trip is outside of Maine, half is just Maine. Northern Maine