my grandmother hugs me out of the blue. for a good bit of time, for us.
she tells me
'you're doing a good job'
it's very sweet. i thank her. i wonder what she means exactly by that?
it seems easier to cry about other things than to cry about my mom being gone.
it still feels too much to really believe, understand, or accept. it's only real part of the time, the rest of the time it's like how it was during college or even living in philly- we are just in different states, but if i pick up the phone i'll eventually get to hear her voice. i don't know how to believe the news this is not true.
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