I went to my mother's house for the first time. It was a good thing for me to do. I fixed dinner for my brothers. One had told me that dinnertime is so lonesome for him. I swept and mopped the kitchen and dining room floors. Putzed around, dug through a few things. I am not really ready to do any major digging yet though. Actually, I felt a little like I was intruding in things that were not my business. Things I had never seen and she had not mentioned. I found one little mystery but I put it back. I will look at it again, later.
I sat in her chair and smelled her, I cried, not as much as I thought I would though. I am thinking I might go there once a week for a while. Fixing dinner for my brothers is therapeutic for me too. I used to have dinner ready when I would leave in the afternoon.
I miss her, I wake up every morning planning what I need to do for her on that day. Then, I remember.