My Mom, Sybill Reed
May 17, 1932 – July 4, 2023

It was hard to lose my mom yesterday, harder than even I imagined it would be. I lost my dad when I was very young so my mom was my rock. Mom was my supporter, my friend, my anchor when I needed to rest in a port, and my sails when I caught the wind.

Part of the reason I have been brief on my posts over the last several months was because I went home to Virginia to help with her transition from living at home independently to living in a hospice facility. Her cancer had spread and she needed more care than she could get at home.

My mom had lived in her apartment for 25 years and there was a lot for me to clear out, disperse to family members, and to my mom’s friends. I had my mom’s power of attorney and I was also handling her legal affairs. While I was in Virginia I went to the facility where my mom was every day. I’m so glad for every minute I was able to spend with her. By the time I left Virginia my mom was fading and it was still very hard to leave.

To say goodbye to the woman who I love with all my heart was one of the hardest things I have had to do in my life.

My Mom at 90 years of age

My Mom at 90 years of age, photo taken in March 2023

My mom might have left her body but she will always be with me, in my heart, and every time I am out in field surrounded by nature. She will be in the wind, the warmth of the sun, the songs of the birds, and scent of the earth.

Yes. My sons, their families and I, along with my niece Kristal, her daughter Wren, and the multitude of friends my mom made over the years she walked this earth will miss her but her suffering has come to an end and we are all grateful for that.

I will always love you, Mom. Love you to the moon and back.

Mia