My mom passed away this morning. I have never had a day that didn't have her in it. I am numb and sad and fine and scared and confident she would find some amusement (the dark kind) in the fact that she died from a mystery ailment and not the fucking coronavirus.
There will be no services. If you want to honor my mom, find something you're not using anymore, and give it to someone who needs/wants it. That was her way, and she would get a kick out of that.
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