I’m writing thank you notes from my Mothers funeral.
I find I can’t put into words…what I want to say.
Why do I think I can write a blog?
But life goes on.
I don’t know what to do with myself.
I miss calling her at my usual times every day.
I catch myself, looking at the clock.
Time to call.
No. It isn’t and it won’t be again.
How to come to terms with that?
She loved red roses.
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