So, in the 72 hours that Dad was in Hospice, we were visited by a number of people who gave us a lot of information to process.
Drinking from a firehose, we call it in my line of work.
One guy came by - he was the minister or... I don't know - he's a religious guy.
He told Mom that grief is circular. I didn't know what that meant at the time.
All I know is tonight, it hit me in the face. Like a frisbee.
I cried for a little bit. I can't breathe through my nose now, but otherwise, I feel a little better.
Although I've got some aches and pains that are an ergo nightmare.
And I have a few hours left to get my expenses in for the month. I hate doing expenses.
Drinking from a firehose, we call it in my line of work.
One guy came by - he was the minister or... I don't know - he's a religious guy.
He told Mom that grief is circular. I didn't know what that meant at the time.
All I know is tonight, it hit me in the face. Like a frisbee.
I cried for a little bit. I can't breathe through my nose now, but otherwise, I feel a little better.
Although I've got some aches and pains that are an ergo nightmare.
And I have a few hours left to get my expenses in for the month. I hate doing expenses.
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