So this week was a tough one for me. It was my last week of needing to be at my moms house for at least an hour a day for her spirit. Saturday was her 40th day death anniversary. I can't believe it's been 40 days already. We prayed at cemetery with Ate Dolor and Linda the caregiver. It was nice of them to attend.
The other thing that happened was Ralph trying to move all his shit out of the house and he royally failed. He lied about his friend having a full size truck. And he grossly underestimated how much shit he has at moms house. He thought 6 bins would fit all his crap, boy was he so wrong. Even his friend George told him he should have rented a small uhaul.
Anyway. I plan to go to moms house maybe 1 to 2x a week just to make sure all is well.
