Mother’s Day

A week or so ago my older daughter noted that was some kind of cruel joke that my first Mother’s Day as a separated person also fell on Mr. Ex’s 52nd birthday.

could it be worse?

Uh huh. My mother passed away early Wednesday morning after a battle with lung cancer. We were not unprepared, but you’re never completely prepared.

We’re following the Jewish custom of shiva, which is where you open your home to visitors to pay condolence calls for a period of time. It’s traditionally followed for seven days, but we only did two. Since you don’t “sit shiva” on Shabbat, we accepted visitors on Friday after the funeral and will be again this afternoon. So now you can add shiva for mom to the whole Mother’s Day/birthday mix.

Meh.