Mornings are the saddest time of the day
The evenings and nights are obviously the loneliest.
In general, however, today was a good day.
It's Sunday so there was no mail delivery.
No mail means a medical bill, statement, or co-pay request couldn't arrive today.
In the 76 days since T died, there has been only one other day, besides Sunday's, in which this was the case.
I actually hate opening my mailbox now.
This was never an issue before.
It seems like this is going to continue for a good amount of time to come and her hospitalization only lasted 4 days.
I can't fathom what it must be like for the folks whose loved ones spent weeks or months in critical care before leaving earth.
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