So at 4am last Friday, on Eaglet's 9th birthday, we got a call we expected but were hoping would be later: ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
janni's mother had passed away. She'd been in and out of hospitals the past couple months with complications from cancer that had metastasized from her lungs, and readmitted earlier that week -- but this time the expectation was she had "hours or days."
She was working up to the end -- a union organizer, former president of her local and still business agent. After her previous hospitalization the previous month, she'd finally agreed during our visit that it was time to retire, but not until the end of the year after she'd time to train her replacement. She was not a woman to give up easily.
Obituary here. The service was at her village cemetery, down the road just past the 5th house from hers. It was good.
Fuck cancer.
janni's mother had passed away. She'd been in and out of hospitals the past couple months with complications from cancer that had metastasized from her lungs, and readmitted earlier that week -- but this time the expectation was she had "hours or days."She was working up to the end -- a union organizer, former president of her local and still business agent. After her previous hospitalization the previous month, she'd finally agreed during our visit that it was time to retire, but not until the end of the year after she'd time to train her replacement. She was not a woman to give up easily.
Obituary here. The service was at her village cemetery, down the road just past the 5th house from hers. It was good.
Fuck cancer.