CDs

Hey Ma;

going through the cds again to ensure we've got all the music off the cds we'd like to have.  Between Uncle George's stuff, yours and ours - there's a lot of cds to go through.

My shoulder hurts a little, thankfully the ankle only throbs in the early evening.

Missing you, Mom.

I think there's the beginning of shift - I'm not sure I look over at the bed in the guest room and expect to find you there and it's feeling like this is our place, these are our things and we don't need to hold onto some things or keep the house a certain way.  You're not here, Mom, we need to take over the house.

It is so overwhelming at times, the grief feels impossible to get through.  Love you, Mom

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