A week ago, my Mom died. It is still very hard to believe. Right now, it is hard for me to do anything or make any decisions.

My sister Bonney and her family were the first to arrive a week ago and the last to leave yesterday morning. It was good to have them with us.

We got up early and had breakfast together before they headed out to drive back to Atlanta and return the car and get on the plane. My Dad did some work outside, watering and using the tractor to cut the grass, which made him feel pretty good. Ray and I walked some. I took the sheets off some of the beds. It is  hard to adjust to everyone being gone, but it is calmer. My children especially took good care of me, and I have to find the energy to take care of myself.

Late in the day, my Dad and I went to Kroger in two cars. We each bought some groceries and he went on to the apartment while I went back to my husband and my house. It was hard. I don't know how he did. Ray made supper for us and we watched TV. Several people called and talked to me: Bonney, Becky, Amelia. I was really tired and fell asleep early and slept well.

I woke up about 4:30, about the time my Mom died a week ago. I think I will be tired and sad for a long time, but I will have longer and longer stretches of normalcy.