This weekend I flew to Minnesota and spent many hours with my sister Alice systematically sorting through our mom’s possessions—packing things to donate, filling trash bags with things that were no longer needed, and talking a lot about both our mom and dad as we paused often to reflect on their lives and our loss.
It was tiring—pretty much equally emotionally and physically. I was going to write more about this but somehow I just don’t feel like it.
Work goes well. Susanne and the boys are fine. Spring is coming. Just wish I could pick up the phone and talk to mom about everything. -M
2 comments:
I'm sure it was a tough weekend. xo.
Just hugs.
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