The other week i found out how many boxes it takes to pack up one's life. not something i ever wanted to know. but i along with a few others helped pack up my mother in law's closet. up until that point i swear she was coming back. i mean i know she died-but it just didnt feel real.
i think one of the hardest things in a marriage is dealing with death. its something you think will happen when you are old and gray. not when you are young and still growing your family.
the whole experience of packing up her things was surreal. it took all my willpower not to break down. anyway im hoping that my blogs wont be as depressing soon-and maybe just maybe i will get to blog about politics and the world.
things happen
