Not a Trip I Wanted to Make

I am riding in the car back to Oklahoma, after returning to Tennessee to take my mother home to be buried near my aunt and uncle.  No one wants to make this type of trip, but everyone does at some point.  Mom had 85+ good years (more good than bad anyway). The last few months and weeks got more and more difficult, and near the end mom was ready to go even if she did not really want to leave.  I am relieved that she is out of pain and is no longer frustrated by her declining health.  I have tried to follow her wishes, and I hope that I have to the best of my ability.  Both Tanya and Curtis came with me (although he has had some flying difficulties), and I saw many of her friends and students, and everyone was both sad but happy to have known her. 

Oh well, enough of this — she would be telling me to go back to work if she was here.  I love you mom.