Attention brothers! I hope to get through scanning the 70s photos this weekend!
This was my mom's dresser. We tossed the mirror and put it in the livingroom.
Yes.. the words are crooked, but my floor slants to the other corner! Glad I don't own this place:o)
Should have taken off the sticker!
Tierney gave me these darling espresso cups for Christmas.
I miss my mom. But it doesn't feel like I thought it would. It's not a sharp wound, but a dull aching nagging feeling whenever I realize I will never see her again. Yes, there's always the afterlife, but I mean here. It's a much quieter grief than I imagined.
ReplyDeleteAnd I suspect it will actually get harder with time, which is the opposite of what I always thought.
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