I'm writing as I prepare to sleep in a real bed for the first time since before my birthday. My oldest is curled up next to me. I haven't seen her since May. I want to snuggle her as if she's 5 and not 21. Mom ate well today. Four weeks ago, I expected to have to find a nursing home. Now she's off to live independently. My husband (alive! as i remind myself every morning, thank you Jesus and Hermes and Hera), is home, full of Shoney's food, and being sat on by the cats. I am not a widow, and for this, I am thankful. My kids, sister, mom and I watched The Croods and laughed a lot. Dad got loves from the grandkids. We are beyond blessed.
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