On Tuesday morning I finally unpacked mom’s bags that have been sitting in my laundry room since early Thursday morning. Every single piece of clothing reminded me of something-a good memory, a bad one, a regular day, whatever……it smelled like her. And then there were all of the get well cards….if only! Sweet Jesus she had so many muumuus-I don’t even know HOW to spell that (gut instinct is moo moo, but I doubt that is correct!) I decided to keep the prettiest (if that is possible) and the ugliest, just in case anyone ever has a luau with prizes given for ugliest. And here and there a frog for her collection. All of it was so tough to look at and to handle.

I realized I hadn’t really cleaned my house in ages. I was never around here enough to do it, except in the evening, but by then I was always wiped out. Rick helped with that here and there, but he’s a guy, we don’t have the same definition of clean. That went along for a while and then my mom’s older sister from Germany called and I was back in tears again. A little while later Mickey’s granddaughter contacted me wanting to know what happened since she saw something on Facebook. That was a long conversation.

Tyler is struggling with his grief and to top it off he had a $1000 car repair bill and also needs tires and a battery. Then he got home and his bedroom tv died. Not a good week for my son. Poor guy, it was bad enough before all of that nonsense. Mom’s hospice nurse, Carrie, called and offered the help of a bereavement counselor. Have to admit, it might not be a bad idea…..

I went to happy hour with the girls on Tuesday afternoon. I enjoyed seeing them immensely, but I actually felt a little more sad after happy hour. No idea why-just did. Wednesday was a day spent dealing with Tyler’s car issues and a sushi lunch bonus. I found out I can’t deal with any of the legalities yet, thank god, because I don’t have the death certificates yet. Once they come, a whole new part time job-not a fun one though…..