It's been 4 1/2 months. I guess it's time (ok past time) to change the phone message. Sometimes I feel like I'm erasing mom's existence. I want to shout like a Seussian Who, "She was here! She was here!"
What defines me? My interests? My job? My age, health, sex, marital status? I'm a mother and a daughter. I was one of the sandwich generation - raising kids and caring for an elderly parent. Now she's gone and I've lost a part of what defined so much of me.
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