Well, if you read the latter comments to yesterday’s post, you know that my mom, Gertrude Elizabeth (Trudy) Green, died yesterday morning. She was 83, had suffered a massive stroke (9 cm, as opposed to the usual 2 to 3 cm) on Friday. And still I was surprised, and yet not.
Mom with Lydia
probably undoubtedly write more on this event over time, but I do want to make a couple of observations.
Thanks for the outpouring of kind words and thoughts and prayers that I have received.
Before each of my parents died, they each had a stroke, though my father’s was less severe. I was the last of the three Green children to arrive in Charlotte, and shortly after each of them saw me, they died. It was as though they were waiting on my arrival so that they could let go. there’s more than a little ambivalence in that.
I think this is interesting. Continue reading “A Peculiar Synchronicity”