And I thought the worst thing that would happen was that my phone was off for repair. The kids and I came home on Monday to a 50% flooded apartment. The people upstairs had a flood and it leaked down to our place. Thank goodness all of the damage was to my things.
But then Tuesday came. Since I'm working full-time now, mother had been picking my kids up after school. She wasn't waiting to pick them up on Tuesday. My daughter called to let me know. I called and got no answer. So I asked my boyfriend (thank goodness he lives in town and was home) to go to my mom's and see if her vehicle was in the drive. It was; and when he rang her doorbell, my mom's doggie barked and barked without my mom shushing her. I left work and came to my mom's condo.
I have a key so we walked right in. I found her lying on the floor. My mother is gone - she had only turned 60 in May. I am devastated yet still in shock. I have to write her obituary today.