| Honey |
05-19-2012 03:56 PM |
Well we left early-ish (we being my mother and myself) and started to my grandfather's house. Conversation started out well and there was no traffic, but as we started to get closer to his house she started bitching at me about how I don't pay enough respect to my father , nor my brother, and how we should go visit the cemetery more often because if it wasn't for him we wouldn't even be here or have a roof over our heads. By that point i was upset and crying, and she was angry about that, telling me that I was being a baby for it because it was something so simple. Though that stopped quickly enough and got to my grand father's, and that was when i was texting you primarily, since my mother was helping him with paper work and such. Though that was when I had to go into the basement and look through all of the fabric and I just couldn't help getting all emotional because there was just so much stuff that she helped me make and learn to crochet, and all the material was left behind. Though it seemed so empty. Bins of fabric and old patterns she used to have had all been given away, and her sewing machines and it just looked so empty and lifeless. It just hurt to see it all like that, it's been a year and a half but it isn't the same without her there
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