I mentioned in earlier posts that there were some family concerns that were taking priority over working on the Austin. This was the main one. I've been laid off work since March, so I've been able to see her every day. The COVID thing was a pain, but I was able to gown and mask up and go in to see her in the hospital, and later at the hospice.
My mother was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer and given months to live. That happened about 10 years ago. She refused chemo, and basically was only being treated for pain. Still, she fought on. And on. And on. We were starting to think that the end of the world would see her, Betty White, and Keith Richards, the last 3 people left on earth, all stomping cockroaches and hanging out together. But it was not to be. When I bought this car last year, she so badly wanted to be around long enough to have a ride in it when it was finished. I just couldn't make it happen. I'm sorry, Mom.
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