June: “You thought March was bad? Hold my beer.”

Me in the airport, on my emergency flight out.

So, March was pretty bad: I had to fly back East because Mom ended up in the hospital, we had a mad rush to finish a paper which both screwed up my time at GDC and Clockwork Alchemy AND failed to get in on time, and I found out I was suffering from chronic sinusitis.

Not to be outdone, however, June decided to throw me a bigger one.

What was left on Mom's breakfast room table.

So, Mom’s gone. She passed after what sounds like a beautiful week with friends and family – I spoke to her the day before she died, and she went to visit the neighbors and swing on their back porch until almost nine – and then collapsed while changing the bed linens in her own bedroom in the house she’d lived in for forty years. Of ways to go, that’s a good one.

Regularly scheduled blogging will resume … sometime.

Goodbye, Mom.

The forest sky of the Atlanta airport.

-the Centaur

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