Thank-you Jimmy Buffett, I love that song.
For some reason, insurance companies have turned into piranhas. Based on recent disclosure, I'm inundated with phone calls and letters. I realize that is their livelihood..but give me some time...let me grieve. I've known Jack since I was 15yrs old...I still need to process this wrongful event. He's in my mind at least a million times a day. I don't even want to mention all the broken things that have occurred in our house, in the almost 3 months.
I'm really regretting not sending Ben to day camp. He's now been 3wks out of school. I think I yell more than I praise. Last night, he told me, you said this was going to be the best summer ever..that hurt.
I started going through Jack's side of the closet yesterday..putting the flannels from the 80's into the donation bag, I asked him to discard of those years ago, he still occasionally put one on. That's all I could get rid of.
Ben and I tuned into the program Hoarders, I think it's on A&E. After watching two episodes, he told me I'm like a hoarder...but not in the bad way. I need my volunteer team to help me get rid of my clutter, any willing help? I only wish you could help me with the clutter in my brain.
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