Tuesday, July 13, 2010
It's been a month since Daddy died, and I'm only starting to mourn. Mums is still sick (she's been struggling with severe nausea for over five weeks now), and though externally she looks great and super-fit, she's feeling water-weak. Granddaddy was admitted to a special Alzheimer's resident care facility late Sunday night. Grandmommy is so sad, though she knows it is necessary. And the DC tax office is threatening to turn me over to collections for taxes I don't owe (and never have!); of course, I can't get through to anyone there via telephone, and I won't be in DC until next week at the earliest. I want to curl up and be held and let cry and cry.