Gosh, not a lot going on here.
I'm missing my mom so bad, now that the two month mark is out. Her apartment is emptied, her mail is coming to my condo, and I'm just marking time, waiting for her last bills to trickle in.
Now, I have lots of time to think. And feel. Nothing to do but wait. The tying up loose ends of eighty-eight years of existence is my duty to her.
This has been my favorite quote since I was twenty years old, but it's really hitting home today.
"There are places in the heart that do not yet exist...and, so into them enters suffering, in order that they may have existence."
Leon Bloy
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