Jake Says (If you die first)
Snuggling in bed at the end of this truly gruesome day, Jake said, "I hope we all die at the same time cause if you die first Mom I would miss you so much."
Chicago
At 7 am the thermometer on the back porch read: 47 degrees. Yesterday's rain had melted all the snow, the air was damp and soft, the morning luminous. I thought I was going to have a good day.
People have been crawling out of the woodwork all day. Asking for things. But I'm all out. Clean empty.
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