Well, this week will mark eight weeks since my mom passed away. So many emotions and feelings. I don't know how to begin. I feel like she is just in the hospital or maybe a assisted living apartment. Then at times it feels like she has been gone a long time.
Everything that my parents owned or kept that my brother and I owned as children is out of that house. That is the only house we really have known. We had lived there for all of our childhood except for four or seven years. I don't like it but I knew it had to be done.
The painters have already painted and carpet ripped up. I think next is the countertops and the bathrooms. Then it will be new carpet.
My brother and I have been getting along great this whole time. Somehow I think my parents knew we would.
We had a garage sale and still had six loads in the cars to donate.
I still wish I knew what happened to cause her death and had been there.
I have a hard time going to work. My parents would shop there and also get there prescriptions.
I have been getting the letters fro the companies that my mom had investments. Decisions, decisions.
In two weeks my son goes back for his last year of college. I pray that he does well and is able to have a job shortly after.
My daughter's boyfriend still does not have a job. I am still praying for him. I hope 2015 turns around soon.
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