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Summer 2024 Writing and Painting Adventures

And So it Goes

Tomorrow is my mother-in-law's funeral. I'm not much for funerals. Then again, who is? Some people appreciate them I suppose, and even say they find them comforting. Not me.

Henry is sadder than I think he expected to be. His mom was 86 and for the past 2 and a half years, she has lived with us in this duplex in West Jefferson. Part of the time she's been in the hospital or rehab/nursing home. She's fallen and broken things the last few years; that's why we brought her here. He has been an extraordinary caretaker and son. He is also exhausted.

Ironically it was not a fall, but blood clots, that suddenly turned up to end her life. It was fortunately a swift process after a quick slice of hospital drama just a few days ago.

It's always so odd for a person to be here one day and gone the next. And all the "things" that are left behind are so tangible in contrast. Even a beloved pet must be contended with... where did all this stuff come from anyway? What was it for?

Ah well. Those are bigger questions than I can deal with for the next few days. I'll be taking care of little things like old clothes and cars, clocks and shoes.

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