It’s been a bummy bumpy day today. I helped to go through Donna’s room to gather things together for Michel, her son. It was really surreal because I wanted to just sit down and cry. I did later. As long as her belongings were in the room, I was okay. Now they are all gone.
Tomorrow is her memorial service. I’m going to go because I need to be there. I have “pieces” of Donna in my room. They will be a constant reminder to be of the lovely, strong, dependable woman known as Donna Michel.
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