The Saturday before Easter Sunday, my mother-in-law died suddenly in her apartment.
Two days later, we moved my own mother out of her house and into my brother’s home, as she is not able to care for herself.
Five days later, fire ripped through the motel behind our house, killing a well-known tenant of 12 years.
We continue to work on packing for our own move, as we pack up my mother-in-law’s belongings and help my own mother along in her adjustment away from her home.
I am getting sick as a dog. Worn down. Too much moving swirling around me as we all keep our heads down and focus on what needs to be done.
More soon. I had prepared a lengthy post, but none of it sounds right at this time. I just wanted to give all of you the scoop on my temporary absence.
Love to all,