Stressy Times

 Thank you all for your patience. Some of the dust is settling after my mother's passing, but there's about another week of tidying up details. In these times, family and friends are indeed the greatest blessing one can ask for.

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  1. UnknownFebruary 19, 2022 at 4:46 PM

    Condolences. Lost my parents before COVID arrived-- Dad in late 2018, age 90, and Mom in 2019, age 89. Every day was some painful reminder, like the day that my smartphone removed Dad's number from its frequent caller list. Not that seeing his number on the list was any less painful! Only now, am I finally feeling like I can move on.

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    1. Barbara HamblyFebruary 19, 2022 at 8:25 PM

      Sometimes it takes awhile, and I know from experience it isn't consistent.

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  2. KibiFebruary 19, 2022 at 11:20 PM

    Sorry for your loss

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