Why am I writing about my boring shopping event on this dreary day? It really has to do with this waiting time before Mom’s memorial service on Saturday. When someone lives to be 101 years old, there isn’t a big need immediately to have the memorial service. Mom’s slow fading away, plus her age, helped us prepare for her parting, and so waiting for two and half weeks seems just fine and logistically sensible—and it is.
And yet the waiting…. All the arrangements have been made—the service itself, hotel reservations, family gatherings, even what to wear. It’s a restless time, so what better day to stock up on soy milk. I doubt that I’ll want to do it a week from now, and anyway, maybe then it will be a cheerful late autumn day.