I purposely leave work later than my end time now. My short commute once a time I called my Mom.
My radio hasn't been on in my car for four weeks. I don't feel like listening, I suppose.
The flowers have all wilted and dried. Hanging by a clothespin the favorites are losing their color.
The sympathy cards have all come. They are neatly organized in a basket made by my Mom.
The customary loss meals have all been eaten. Delivery is all I can handle right now.
There are funeral frames that still need disassembling. Borrowed decorations that need to be returned.
The dress I wore from a friend keeping me company in my car since the day after the Service.
Not a fan of birds, I'm actually hoping the cardinal sticks around in my back yard for awhile.
Living on the edge of her death for so long, I expected to be more prepared. I should have been.
