My brother and I spoke a bit tonight about whether we should tell Mom. I think she'll probably know all about it soon. She watches the news and reads every syllable of the paper so it won't escape her. I know she'll feel so very badly and she has no one to discuss it with; she's the only one left of her immediate family; all of her aunts and uncles have passed and most of her cousins. She can't hear on the phone any longer so I can't even console her that way. I think I'll call a former neighbor who sees her weekly and ask if she can let me know if Mom's heard the news. Then I can send some flowers and a letter and see her soon to talk about it. I'll plan a trip to see her in a couple of weeks.
In the mean time, I'll grieve some myself for the little town. Like Mom, I'd probably never have gone back to visit again, there was something that made me feel good to know it was there, just as I remembered, just as my grand parents and aunts and uncles left them. It was like a little bit of them was left too but now it's truly gone for good and that makes me very sad.