5:30 and the phone rings. The dreaded (1) call has come ...
RIP Gertrud Kupries, beloved mom, June 17, 1944 to Nov 3, 2020.
No website, no news to link to, which would mention that passing, nobody important to the World. Just me, my sister, pops, friends and relatives. Born near the end of WW2, second youngest of five sisters, grown up during the german rebuilding, worked as a maid, married my father, a stay-at-home mom to me and my sister, a cleaner for hire, a night nurse, a painter in retirement. I am proud that she used some of my pics from around Vancouver for some of her paintings.
And F*k cancer.
(1) She became unconscious last Tuesday, a few hours after I spoke with her on the phone. Since then it was just waiting for the body to follow. But she knew she was loved.
RIP Gertrud Kupries, beloved mom, June 17, 1944 to Nov 3, 2020.
No website, no news to link to, which would mention that passing, nobody important to the World. Just me, my sister, pops, friends and relatives. Born near the end of WW2, second youngest of five sisters, grown up during the german rebuilding, worked as a maid, married my father, a stay-at-home mom to me and my sister, a cleaner for hire, a night nurse, a painter in retirement. I am proud that she used some of my pics from around Vancouver for some of her paintings.
And F*k cancer.
(1) She became unconscious last Tuesday, a few hours after I spoke with her on the phone. Since then it was just waiting for the body to follow. But she knew she was loved.