She left us at 3:15 pm on Friday the 24th surrounded by family. We were all talking at once and I suspect she just got tired of all the noise. Oddly enough, all of us turned our eyes to her just as she took her last breath. She didn’t make a sound, she just left.

A very sad time. Even though she’s been gone a few days it’s not real for me yet. It’s like a poem I read about the dearly departed aren’t really gone, they’re just in the next room. There have been many times that I’ve lost track of her in the house and have to go looking for her. Usually she’s busy on her computer trying to get it to do what she wants it to do. Then, once I’ve found her, I go back to doing whatever it was I was doing. Knowing where she is was always important to me.

Lydia is staying with me and we haven’t done much except try to wrap our heads around what happened. She’s not here, but she’s really everywhere. I’m surrounded by her but she’s always just a little ways out of my field of vision. I know she’s there, though.

We’re all very sad she’s gone but knowing she’s no longer suffering helps us.