Yesterday was my mother's 92 years birthday. Helena and I had balloons delivered. I have a card and I am going to send it by mail.
It was a gloomy, rainy, and cool day.
I'm doing well. Just can't make myself visit. I'll see her in the casket and a hundred people will tell me how wonderful she was. How in the world am I going to respond to those comments? I'll have to fake it and agree. ick
Who knows when that will happen? Probably not for a long time. So right now I am telling myself to send that future "problem" to the steel box. It slipped in and I shut the mail slot. It won't come out until I need to talk about it with Dr.Brady. I hope he is still in practice then.
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