I'd like to tell you about my week, except that would mean thinking about it, and that's not going to happen. It was surreal. I'm thoroughly annoyed with my mother, for several excellent reasons, but I can't say anything to her, because she's really not herself, and if I did, with my luck, she'd die that night, leaving me racked with guilt for
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The night before my dad died, we had an all-out colossal argument about God-only-knows-what, now, and before we had a chance to resolve it, poof. Just tell her you love her, as soon as you can, because whatever it is that's annoying you, even if it's going to cause you difficulties after her death, it can't be more important than the legacy of her love.
***HUGS*** ***HUGS*** ***HUGS***
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