Joanne M. Hoke passed away last night, leaving eight children, a brother and sister, assorted nieces and nephews and 30 granddchildren. Danny and I talked about how strange it will be to actually sleep without the middle-of-the-night phone calls. He is sad to be sure, but also relieved that his mother is no longer suffering.
We're home together today and after the flurry of morning phone calls informing friends and neighbors, it's nice to enjoy the peace and quiet. We took Riley for a walk at a nearby park and she had a field day chasing geese and generally absorbing every mud puddle she could find. It was good to get fresh air and to laugh at good memories and our crazy labrador retriever.
There have been so many tears shed over the past couple of weeks that I think Danny is just tired. It didn't take much to convince him to nap. He and his siblings have plenty to do in the next few days. My grandmother told me after my grandfather died that planning a funeral was like planning a wedding in three days. But for now the chance to just be without demands is exactly what he needs.