It Was Hard Getting Through
It was hard getting through this first year without my Mom. I went to the cemetary 5 days ahead of time so I wouldn't infringe on my sisters time at the grave site. We do not seem to have any common ground at all. I stay by myself and I like it better that way. She and I are like oil and water. The younger one of my two remaining sisters from my Mother has decided that now would be a good time to push and attack, so I just stepped off... I cannot get involved with it. My emotions are too raw. Anyway I do care for them alot.
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