So, my mom passed away last night. I’ve booked the flight to Florida – ugh. $700 – and will be leaving work early today so I can go home & pack (which, luckily, consists of throwing some stuff in a bag) before heading to the airport. I have an hour plus layover in Atlanta.
A lot of conflicting thoughts and emotions at the moment. I’m not as emotionally wrecked as I expected to be, which makes me wonder once again if there’s something wrong with me. It also served as a reminder that, if I dropped dead right now, there’s no significant other to care. Dealing with my body and all that would probably fall to one of my sisters. My mom apparently pre-arranged all of the funeral stuff so none of her kids have to deal with it … which is honestly something that I need to do since I have no SO or kids.
Huzzah.