Today was a tough day. Death is weird. One minute I'm high-fiving God because Mom is now in "a better place," and the next, I am balling my eyes out because she's there not here. One minute I am happily giving her things away to people who will enjoy them, or just plain need them; and the next, I am frantically trying to figure out how to keep as much of her stuff as possible in a desperate attempt to hold onto her.
When asked, I tell people I'm in my "numb" phase, but how can I possibly be numb when I'm experiencing this wild swing of emotions? So to the woman who gets Mom's butter soft, marigold yellow, stylin' loafers, I hope you feel terrific in them ~ just don't be surprised if I break down in tears when I see you walking my way.
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