The biggest moonshine in 18 years happens tonight. Various earthquakes have already hit the Pacific, New Zealand and Japan, and my mother passed away from a sudden quake of sorts within her. She went forward doing, learning, listening and contributing until she was stopped, in this case by her physical being. Because her mother lived to be a hundred and even then did not die from a natural cause, my mother's health did not receive the attention my father was giving to his own health.
Though not in cause, in effect the reason for my mother's and grandmother's passing is the same, most recently addressed in the script for A Question of Solitude.
Reality is barely comprehensible at a close look. I hear my mother speaking to me. At one point she was entirely me. At this point I am my own person and she is part of me. I miss her and love her.