I'm sorry to hear about your mother, quesie.

It's too painfully obvious as we get older that we simply don't last forever, corporeally speaking. My mother's knees were worn away and replaced (thanks to modern medicine) by the age of 60. Mine may be going the same route. You can't stop physical laws from acting upon fragile flesh and bone.

What comforts me is knowing that our everyday, five-senses, material existence is only part of the grand story. While our agonies and pains (both spiritual and physical) are overwhelming at times, nothing can compare with "the weight of glory." Nothing can separate us...

Fill in the blank, since I'm not allowed to get overly spiritual here.

And meanwhile, personally, I would cry on somebody's shoulder (as I frequently do when overwhelmed by life). Crying is good for the soul, too, and underrated. I recently got in my car by myself, drove off, and *wailed* at the top of my lungs. I highly recommend the practice. It's even better to cry with someone hugging you.

((((Hugs)))))