It's been a few days since Mom's passing. The funeral services were beautiful. D and I spent Saturday night at Mom's house, which was...I don't know...awkward I suppose. I see Mom in every room. It just doesn't seem like Mom's place anymore. I can't hear her walking around in the kitchen. I can't hear her reciting her prayers. I can't smell her. Periodically, I imagined her walking into the living room and sitting down in her rocker to talk. At times, I wanted to cry but decided to snap out of it and remain strong for the others. D has been a real trooper. She hurts and see it in her eyes, but she is taking things one day at a time. In the meantime, I will continue to be by her side and get her through this ordeal. I miss her mother, too.
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