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I suppose a more proper update is in order. Yes, I know it doesn't look like I'm mourning or anything...but I'm midly hung over, and still waking up. Trust me. Its there.
So yesterday morning Mike called. Told me the news and then asked me what I wanted to do. I told him I didn't want to be alone so he said to pack some overnight things and be ready in about an hour. So I did, sobbing hysterically the whole time. I'm sure the whole neighborhood heard me. I scrambled for my blanket and my Vash doll, muttering something about wanting Casey or Matt. I did manage to tell a few people and update LJ.
In the car with him and his girlfriend he managed to tell me what happened.
He was curled up with Shelly in the recliner next to her, holding her hand and starting to dose off when Mom sort of turned her head and looked streight at him, completely unlike what she normally did when she was trying to see who was there. She took one short breath, and Mike, kinda getting a feeling of what's going to happen, jumped up and hugged her, telling her everything was going to be okay. she took two more breaths and went quiet. That was 2:45-ish in the morning of April 23rd.
So, we got back to the house, Cami called me on my cell the minute she read my LJ (hrt hrt Camikins) and we talked for a while, then I passed out until about 12 ish when Pam called and said that she was going to come up. So I slept more, finally got Mike to wake up and take me home, where I came back to a million emails, whispers, and IMs from everyone. Many <3's to you guys too. I really appricate everyone's support. (BTW, though its not set up yet, Mike and I are going to start a PayPal donation center to help pay for the expences, if anyone wants to help that'd be great)
So Pam came up, we cleaned, and then we took the Lumina and wandered around Beaverton/Tigard trying to find a Japanese resturant that apparently didn't exist. It was 20 minutes later when we finally settled on the first one that we'd actually seen on another street. I attempted to give directions (hey, I know MOST of the area), Pam attempted to fail at these directions, and then proceeded to yell rude thing at the freeway because we got on it twice, crying in between each rude thing "WHY IN HEAVEN'S NAME DID I GET ON THE FREEWAY?!" And...I won't repeat some of the other things that were yelled. Needless to say, this provided a much needed laugh. At the resturant, I had eel and octopus and sea urchins. That was...interesting to say the least. And miso soup, so I was a happy little kitty. :3
I actually didn't have a hard time talking about Mom. Pam was always one of her favorites, so we agreed that if she wanted anyone to be taking care of her baby, she was the best person for the job.
After that we made it home with very little incident, proceeded to Safeway for drinks and icecream, and then watched Stargate while she conversed with several of my friends online and got drunk. I did too. But I did it while laughing uproarously at Stargate.
So her we are, the next day and oooooh I have such a hang over. BUT I need a shower because apparently, we're going shopping.
Something tells me that Mom would much rather me laughing with Pammy then crying over her. I miss her, but right now its time for a celebration of life, not death.
Much love everyone, and thanks again for your support.
So yesterday morning Mike called. Told me the news and then asked me what I wanted to do. I told him I didn't want to be alone so he said to pack some overnight things and be ready in about an hour. So I did, sobbing hysterically the whole time. I'm sure the whole neighborhood heard me. I scrambled for my blanket and my Vash doll, muttering something about wanting Casey or Matt. I did manage to tell a few people and update LJ.
In the car with him and his girlfriend he managed to tell me what happened.
He was curled up with Shelly in the recliner next to her, holding her hand and starting to dose off when Mom sort of turned her head and looked streight at him, completely unlike what she normally did when she was trying to see who was there. She took one short breath, and Mike, kinda getting a feeling of what's going to happen, jumped up and hugged her, telling her everything was going to be okay. she took two more breaths and went quiet. That was 2:45-ish in the morning of April 23rd.
So, we got back to the house, Cami called me on my cell the minute she read my LJ (hrt hrt Camikins) and we talked for a while, then I passed out until about 12 ish when Pam called and said that she was going to come up. So I slept more, finally got Mike to wake up and take me home, where I came back to a million emails, whispers, and IMs from everyone. Many <3's to you guys too. I really appricate everyone's support. (BTW, though its not set up yet, Mike and I are going to start a PayPal donation center to help pay for the expences, if anyone wants to help that'd be great)
So Pam came up, we cleaned, and then we took the Lumina and wandered around Beaverton/Tigard trying to find a Japanese resturant that apparently didn't exist. It was 20 minutes later when we finally settled on the first one that we'd actually seen on another street. I attempted to give directions (hey, I know MOST of the area), Pam attempted to fail at these directions, and then proceeded to yell rude thing at the freeway because we got on it twice, crying in between each rude thing "WHY IN HEAVEN'S NAME DID I GET ON THE FREEWAY?!" And...I won't repeat some of the other things that were yelled. Needless to say, this provided a much needed laugh. At the resturant, I had eel and octopus and sea urchins. That was...interesting to say the least. And miso soup, so I was a happy little kitty. :3
I actually didn't have a hard time talking about Mom. Pam was always one of her favorites, so we agreed that if she wanted anyone to be taking care of her baby, she was the best person for the job.
After that we made it home with very little incident, proceeded to Safeway for drinks and icecream, and then watched Stargate while she conversed with several of my friends online and got drunk. I did too. But I did it while laughing uproarously at Stargate.
So her we are, the next day and oooooh I have such a hang over. BUT I need a shower because apparently, we're going shopping.
Something tells me that Mom would much rather me laughing with Pammy then crying over her. I miss her, but right now its time for a celebration of life, not death.
Much love everyone, and thanks again for your support.