For some the end of life's journey is sudden. Are they the fortunate few? Or is the gradual drift toward the other side, the almost unnoticeable minute lessening of one's grasp on life . . . occurring slowly, the better way to cross over and begin the new journey?Though an octogenarian, Cappy greeted each day with joy and laughter. "I just like living ' she would say often. Her most frequent visitor to Evergreen Lodge, her assisted living home, was her second oldest son, Gib. He shared wit and humor with his mother until her last day when, with enthusiasm, she announced that she was going on a trip. Gib asked, "Are you walking or flying?"She said, "I don't know "Three hours later she was gone. Those last months of her life were happy times for Gib, Cappy's daughter Jo, daughter-in-law Marilyn and other loved ones who shared the wit and humor of this remarkable woman's last days. Cappy's Journal, an in-depth and sensitive portrayal of a graceful crossing over.
