Family Emergency

I don't even know how to say this, so I'll just say it.

My mother is dead. She passed away last night sometime. My father found her this morning. He had gotten up early, but she was still asleep . . . which is not unusual. She's a late sleeper. But when she had not gotten out of bed by 11am, my dad went to check on her. He found her body.

We don't know a lot right now. The coroner thinks it may have been some kind of intestinal rupture that caused her to vomit and aspirate. But she died in the night, and they concluded it had been several hours by the time it was discovered.

No, I'm not kidding.

I don't know what else to say, other than we have a lot of phone calls to make and arrangements to make. Divine Intervention is a powerful thing: Jim happened to be in town this week and just happened to be working from home today, so I was able to drop everything and speed home to be there for my dad. He's at my house now, and he will be for a while. Once the funeral arrangements are made, we'll have to return to Newnan.

Right now, we are just sitting here looking at each other and saying, "What now?"