Matt's mom passed away Friday. He was visiting her on his lunch hour, and she quietly stopped breathing. She's been sick for so long that I feel she's in a better place. Matt was prepared for it, but he's taking it hard, like anyone who lost a mother would.
I thought we'd be traveling to Ohio for the funeral, but they're going to do a memorial in a couple of weeks here and then an interment of her ashes in Ohio in a couple of months. Cajuns/Catholics tend to bury people quickly, so I'm out of my depths here.
So I'll take a few days off work to keep Matt company and help him over the grief. As with most of our grief, we've been fine at times and then crying at others. We have to continue with our lives, but it's just such an odd juxtaposition.