Day's fly by. Weeks turn into months. That is about all I can say of the death process.
Still weeding through stuff. A lot of stuff. Amazing amounts of stuff. Three loads to the dump so far. More to go. A lot I want to keep too. Over whelming memories and thoughts. Like I say it is a process.
This is a picture of my Mom's Mom. I never my Mom's parents. They died before I was born.
This is my Grandmother and my Mom when she was a baby.
My Grandmother was 48 when my Mom was born.
Such difficult times back then.