Barbara Ann Byers
1947~2015
My mom went on The Long Walk Home on February 15, 2015. It came on rather unexpectedly, but then again...when do we ever expect it? I was there for her.
I'm glad I quit my job and had the time to spend with her in the last month and a half. I had a feeling somewhere deep inside that I needed to be home for my family. She told me the week before she passed away that she was glad I was home and could spend time with her. She said she was beginning to feel like a "red headed step child" while I was at that job. No time for anyone or anything. I'm glad I got to make her feel loved and welcome again. I have decided that from now on, family comes first. When I go back to work, it will be for someone that understands that.
I've had a lot of feelings the past two weeks. I've had to step up and contact family. I've had to handle her affairs. I've never had to deal with this before. And for the first time, I don't have her here to help me. Even to just call and have her listen to my silly fears and concerns. To have her say "Let's go buy some thread."
I kept her sewing machines and gadgets. I kept the yarn that she was gathering for an crocheted project she was going to do for me (yes, I do that too.) I did request that my brother donate her stash of fabric to the Veteran's Auxiliary. She loved the quilts that she received while in the hospital at the VA and I couldn't think of something more meaningful to pass on her passion to. I thought about keeping it for myself, but would probably spend too much time crying over quilting. They will have hundreds of comfort quilts out of her stash to bring smiles to Veterans for a long time coming. That's good stuff.
I miss her.
But I am working on being okay with letting her go.
Happy Journey's to All.