Aftermath

I am drained, physically and emotionally; but I made it through the week.

The wake was on Friday, final services on Saturday.

It was hard to say goodbye, but the fact that so many people came and told me what a wonderful woman my mother was gave me the strength to not break down.

I hurt. I would be lying if I said I wasn't. But I'll survive.

Now I have two places to move out. My mother's, and my own.

And only two weeks to do it.

Better get a move on.