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Luckily, I was a little head for the last couple of days, but not anymore, and I finally stopped running temperatures on feeling a bit better, but I'd rather not marry for you today plus last time. I was sick and did this I heard from you that you like want to hear more from this book, so asking you shall receive, we're sorry, I'm using Eric blogs about personal development, minimalism anything to help us monsieur life when I'm sorry or there are emergencies. Anything on those lines I like to play excerpts from audio books are recorded today will be a continuation, is going to be the start of chapter two from the book everything that remains by the minimal ass. If her chapter one go find the last time I was sick on his part. Just the hint is that was a seven hundred sixty six, that's where I started chapter one, but if you heard it, let's get to chapter two and continue optimizing. Your life To spread edge October, two thousand and nine

The atmosphere as Sancho auspices so thick it's hard to breathe the Andorra being glow soft and placid much heiresses nice. Tomorrow's bed, her while living quarters decorated with miscellaneous niceties strategically placed to make her feel at home picture frames, artwork and alike next to US outcome. Ex machine with Pixelate lsd screen is set up to monitor Mama's vitals. The machine is switched off. Tears burn my cheeks, I'm crying for the first time. In my whole life, a picture of Mamma me. The two of us smiling on a beach is perched on the nice, stand, wearing a smile and a blonde way in the photo this morning. See you to call him. You know that things had taken a turn, a butterfly down. The nurse said, furthermore, on the phone, but her speech was incoherent. She saw, unlike I've, ever heard her

like I've, ever heard anyone like a dying character from a bad movie. Droning gurgling emitting vague, sounds not words. I told mom, I loved her and hung up the phone and then book to fly from deign to Tampa and called Ryan to drive me to the airport. I spoke with mom just yesterday. Her words then were slurred, but some intelligible and she was still conscious her short term. ray had been gone for at least a few months ever since or cancer at metastasize, beyond longs to her other vital organs and eventually to her brain Berlin on her memory seemed intact everything still there the good times and the bad everything from our past frozen in time. I sat in the passenger seat and rise truck as he shuttle me, worthlessly to deign international. My thoughts whirling undertake going midwives guys we were driving or, Don Terminal drive less than a mile from the airport. When I received the call, mom was pronounced dead at two hundred and forty seven this afternoon October, eighth, two thousand and nine Ryan hugs me and I board my plane. The cab

Tampa to Saint Petersburg was navigated by friendly bag. Man management, forties, close crops, salt, pepper, hair, a good friend smile, his radio spat out back back Michael Jackson, tunes YO came in. He asked sensing my mood, my mother's die, to speak about the past tense. I've had even seen her body, yet I'm sorry brother he's. I was condolence turning up the radio tell me You are not alone places the speakers and M J reassured me throughout the rest of the drive his arm. So I M m now last light draining from the Florida sky outside MOM Sancho Window Sunset coming through the blinds in long repetitive slots. I've been air less than five minutes peace radiation, I was benevolent face, though it feels to call to touch. Not cold calls, not icy, but it lacks life, the temperature of an object, not a person. My sobs are

controllable. I don't even noticed her arrival until there are already there a natural reaction like chemicals, mixing into form, explosion or tectonic plates shifting and earth tremor of emotion, she's, tiny line, their fragile and small, as ever gigantic personality never extended to the size of her body. Hugger to lift her frail wilted body and holder to somehow bring her back to life back to this world and tell her. I love her. I'm sorry that I didn't know what to do, and I wasn't it. when a man I pretended to be wasn't a strong ass. She assumed I was I thought I would have done things differently on a year the sadder at every one. It seems we. Don't know how to love the ones wheel of fun till they disappear from our lives. I'm sorry I say to the sobs: my shirt is wet. The room is inhabited by just me and what's left of my mother, her flash, but not her she's, not missing she's, just not here anymore. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I repeat, rocking back and forth

chair, a mental patients way. I can feel the wreckage of my features. The tears are a strange catharsis, a release of every spasm of guilt and rage and regret there also departure for me tears attorney of a page. I didn't know needed to be turned eventually. I have to leave. There's nothing left for me to say, or do I'm all out of tears, and so I hope, a cab to moms building her second floor. Parma is filled with at least three apartments is worth of stuff so much stuff a hoarders home, but there are a lot of material possessions sixty four years of accumulation. Everything especially are hoping antique furniture wage beneath wherever ceilings seems too large for the space. It occupies like something out of a token the living room is festoon, was sentiment. Dozens of frame photographs overstuffed photo albums our work she has own. Since I was a child ornamental embellishments of colonized every corner nook in alcove Hammy, Why doily cover most fire services, more noise? I can count

he's in the living room, his moms kitchen or cabinets arson for several areas of mismatch plates and bowls and coffee cups, every George dominion of ill assorted utensils inside the bathroom a decade of make up lives in a weaker basket. Next, the toilet above, The shells are neatly organised with enough hygiene products to start a small beauty supply business when Album Turn closet to assess its contents. Some face was stacks of mismatch battles and dish. Towels and beach. Towels bedsheets in and blankets and quilts looks like someone's running a hotel out of the tiny closet. I haven't glanced at the bedroom, yet suddenly it occurs to me for the first time I have to figure out what to do with all this stuff. I sit on the couch and look. and stand up again. Look around take it all in again and then close my eyes. Breathing through my nostrils smells a popery, fennel and rosemary. I walk over to her stereo hammy down for my Tina

days. I have only one cd here: stray age by a Kentucky born Senor songwriter named uranium are more a place in the cereal and play the fifth track. Who knows where the time goes on lessons? double every time. A visit, a mom, seven trips, seven different weeks this year, more croons optimistically oversaw piano and acoustic iter is for mental. Ah, but you know his time for her to go. I start reminds window. The lights of downtown Saint Peter led to the bay was sliver, which I can see from the living room. The water reflects the nice guy leaving we bathed in a thousand hues of dark blue that stretch beyond the horizon, my sink into the ash, color, couch, exhausted and unsure of what to do. Next. I closed my eyes You just us into an exit from the area But everything that remains by Georgia feels Melbourne and Ryan Nicodemus.

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