I texted April this afternoon. I've gotten into the habit of texting her in the afternoons over the past week. With the demo going on yesterday, it slipped my mind.
In response to my asking about mom's update, a text came back that said that she was in the Hospice ward of the local hospital. I asked back if it was for medication management or a permanent thing.
The text that I received back said that April's mom got really bad really fast. She was in the hospital Hospice ward and that April's sister was flying back and to be picked up.
The texter? April's husband.
April's moments with her mother are few. I can't help but to think that as I type this, her mother may be drawing her last breath.
My heart hurts.
I can't imagine being in April's position. She's my age. You shouldn't be burying your parents and be parentless at the age of 37.
Don't think I'm questioning God. I'm just talking here.
April is on my mind this evening. Her whole family is in my thoughts. Oh how I'm in tears for them.
I got a text at about 8:15 AM that April's mom did pass away last night at about 11:25 PM. April said that she'd call me later with details of the arrangements that they have made.