I was diligently working on my post for this week when we learned that my beloved mother, Rachel Zibula, had passed away earlier this evening at age 100. So instead of focusing on completing my post Simon, Otto, and I are frantically preparing to get on the road early Friday morning heading for Montreal to lay her to rest.
The crazy thing is mom had always said that she would wait until at least springtime before she left us so that we would not have to travel in the cold. Instead we were blasted by at least 3 inches of snow on Wednesday night with the wind creating drifts of 1 to 2 feet. Underlying the snow is ice created by the freezing rain that had preceded the snow. Where ever she is, I’m sure she’s totally pissed about it, but grief and remembrance know no seasons.
I am not sure how long we will be in Montreal or whether I will be able to post next week. But I can assure you that I will be hard at it again once we return home and before we leave on our next set of adventures.