Somehow, we tend to move on. Learn to live with our grief and eventually it is reduced, but never leaves us entirely.
We learn to live with being poor. Our friends help us. We march on for those we love. In my case I am lucky to have a wonderful 10 year old son. He truly keeps me going.
Thanks so much to those who wrote and send their thoughts when my Mom died. Thanks for the recipes.
Thanks for being great folks.
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