Saturday night, at about 9:00, my dear mother, Eileen Frances Winholt Snyder, passed away. She was 83 years old. The doctor says we'll never really know what happened, but they presume she had a massive heart attack. My mother would not have wanted to linger, helped along by machines or wasting away in the hospital, so thankfully it was very quick. Of course, I was not expecting this, as she seemed to be doing a lot better this week. I'm very thankful we had that lovely evening together on Friday, and just wish she had gotten more time to enjoy what seemed to be her newfound health.
My mom and I had a rocky relationship, but underneath it all we both knew we loved each other. All she ever wanted for me was that I be happy. She did her best to make sure that happened. While she wasn't always successful, and I wasn't always accepting of her efforts, it always came back around that we could make each other laugh and enjoy being together.
I'm still not at the point of really understanding that she's gone, and I know the next few days are going to be very difficult. But I think it will be the milestones in life that will make my heart ache the worst. All the holidays and special times that we won't share together, as well as just those ordinary days when we might have gotten together for lunch. I wish she could have had a great-grandchild to spoil, but she loved my son with all her heart, and that's a very good thing for both of them. Everyone in her family, me, Cory, Jim, her sister Karyl, her brother Jim (the last remaining siblings of five boys and five girls,) and all her nieces and nephews will miss her, but we all have such wonderful memories of her life that she will never truly be gone.
Thank you all for being here for me over the last few months. I won't be back for a while, as I'll be busy getting ready to say good-bye to my mom for the last time. I thank you now for all your best wishes and prayers. They will be a great comfort to me.