Just wandering around my mother's home, unable to sleep. Going through her closet while trying to make room to hang the clothes I brought. There are so many clothes hanging, never worn, with the price tags still on them. There are never - read books and a new DVD of Downtown Abby, still shrink wrapped. My mother, by her own choice, is dying in a hospital room now and there is so much she was still planning to do. The decision she made seems too quick but I know it was her decision to make.
The infamous food processor she purchased while I was with her, telling me "You can inherit it" when I raised an eyebrow at it, is still in the box. She bought it because it chops/cubes - a feature that her old one doesn't have.
I found some red wine I had squirrel ed away and poured myself a glass. Now I'm just sitting in the floor writing, drinking & crying. Can't sleep. Noticing how all the lights are on timers.
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