I rode up to the funeral with Karen and Mark. So glad I didn't have to drive! It was so good to see my ex siblings and nephew, niece and cousins. They all were very warm in their greetings and hugs. Especially my nephew. He and I were close when he was little. I saved his life when he was 3 months old. He saw me when I first came in the church and came right over. He's 6'4" now and 53 years old.
On the way home from the funeral, Karen read me a text she had received from Jennifer. Apparently Jennifer had been checking assisted living places here in my county. She had found a government housing apartment that would "only" cost 1/3 my income. She wondered if, "Judy would be interested." So now...she calls me her Mother, Judy? That sorta knifed my heart.
I told Karen that I didn't like living in an apartment because I like living in a single unit that has windows on all four sides, and no neighbor's noise on my outer walls and that the rent at 1/3 of my income, would be more than I pay here!
Then I said, "You could let Jennifer know that when she gets the mother-in-law suite finished in her new mansion, JUDY would love to move in with her."
Monday I had taken everything out of the bottom kitchen cupboards and had the things I had put aside for Karen and Mark to take home. A big electric griddle, 4-slice toaster, bread machine for Karen and the mixer for Maddie. It has all the attachments and should last her the rest of her life.
It must have been more of an emotional time for me than I realized, because after Karen and Mark left, I kicked back in my recliner and woke up 3 hours later.
My house is still a wreck. It looks like I am either moving in or moving out.
Slowly, and I do mean slowly, I will get it all back together.