The news just as I got up this morning wasn’t good. Cruel Wife entered the hallway and said “Mom is dead.”
I shook my head and said “What?”
“Mom died last night”, she said, and lost it.
Apparently her mother had taken her regular scalding-hot we-can-peel-peaches-and-tomatoes-in-this-water bath and didn’t get out. About all we can figure is that her heart may have given out.
And so, using blog nicknames as usual, here’s a nod of respect to Bat-Crap Crazy Food Nazi (BCCFN). She drove me nuts while here at our house and about killed me with her preaching about the evils of salt while she was mentally measuring the amount I used with every shake, but it cannot be denied that she was at her core a kind and caring person. I’m pretty darned sure that she didn’t suffer and that where BCCFN is right now is a wonderful place.
CW is doing well enough – it comes and goes in waves and as long as she keeps moving and focused on the details of small things she’s holding up. I will keep the meals coming, the kitchen clean, and whatever is needed to keep things “normal” and let her and the kids deal with things as they wash over them.