I Am So Sad

My mother died of a heart attack yesterday. I can't believe that I wrote about her just two days ago. She was a force to be reckoned with; she was a strong, opinionated, vicious, witty, and loving woman. We were extremely close in a distant, New England way; I grew up in a cold atmosphere where kissing (and even hugging) was frowned upon. Now my smooches are abundantly showered on drag queens and go-go boys, but I can only remember kissing my grandmother once, never my mother or siblings. How sad. We did have an awfully good time making fun of people and playing practical jokes. Life was one, big picnic there; I was her "Mrs. Astor". I 'll be away for a couple of days; crying is not very Rhode Island-like, but I'm going to do it now.