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[thejunipertree]

The life insurance policy for my mother's car has finally been completed. I made a photocopy of everything for my records and then addressed the envelope, frowning at my jagged handwriting. Sealed it with tape because I refuse to lick envelope glue.

Now it's sitting here on my desk and I keep glancing at it, rather then, you know, PUTTING IT IN THE MAIL LIKE A NORMAL PERSON WOULD.

For some absolute bullshit reason, I'm having a hard time with this.

In about a month, it'll mark the year anniversary of when she went into the hospital for her fractured pelvis and never came home again.

I have to go outside and walk laps around the parking lot for a bit. Need to get this shit under control.

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[meetzemonsta.livejournal.com]

she explained that she didn't want to be done. as long as she was making arrangements/etc, she was still doing something for mom, and it somehow made her afraid that once everything was done she'd feel the loss more acutely.


Wow.
That is so completely true. I've just never been able to verbalize it.