Then there was Six

Brand new blog, I've got 2 already. But I figured a fresh new one couldn't hurt. Once upon a time, there was a family of 7. The 7 towers. There was a father and a mother, 2 boys and 3 girls. We've lived in houses with side yards & porches, houses with back yards & car ports, houses too tiny for a family with 4 kids, lived with family when we first moved to US. Then there's the 2 family home when a brother left for the military, and then a 6th floor apartment across the street from a church. The brother returned from the military and the other left for dry heat weather in the southwest. Yet another 2 family home, tinier than the other one. A niece made an appearance. And so we moved to closest to the first grandchild in our band of 7. Meanwhile, diabetes was eating away at the mother but she never complained, just took her insulin and a percacet when it got too bad. College came and went for the 2 oldest girls, the youngest grudgingly attending the same school. The niece started to say funny things and make sense at the same time, developing her massive but timid ego. Now we're at the townhouse. Finally a house with enough room for all of us, even for niece sleepovers, room for company to keep over. There's parking a plenty, a balcony and porch, bathrooms enough so no one will have to wait. Splotchy wireless connection and a cat that isn't at all affectionate. There's a table that seats at least 10 people, 2 refridgerators, laundry room, central air and enough closets to stuff with random things collected.
Then God called the mother one day and she of course had to answer. And even though she put up a fight and never complained and told us not to worry, we were crushed and there's a defeaning silence where she used to laugh and joke and make fun of us for being her silly kids and listen to her granddaughter say crazy little kid stories and reasonings and rib my father for being the quirky best friend/father/husband that she's ever known. But it's all for the best because she was tired and she suffered even if she never complained and I know God that with acceptance is peace but until then it's ok to miss my mother. Now the 7 is 6 and we're flying in broken formation.