Today we go back to work. The usual. Getting on with life.
How is it that mother still lingers on my mind? I thought work will make that go away.
Sister said she missed going to the hospital after work. Me too, I am reluctant to tell my mother in law that I am going back for dinner. Refusing to accept reality. That mother is out of my life.
So we are meeting for dinner tonight.
How is it that I still feel like crying now?