The Northern Front: my mom’s house. Stalled out and no movement inside. Outside trying to manage the yard, to be a good neighbor. We missed a good opportunity to hold a yard sale while a nearby event would have drawn folks into the area. We physically and mentally crashed through the intense efforts following my mom’s passing. We need to figure out how to regain momentum while banged up.
The Southern Front: Auntie has opened up her trust toward us. Allowing us to maintain pathways, reduce stacked items (how she became buried back in April after falling), actually carry garbage out the front door (after a second inspection), carry on bill pay and banking, and to visit with sincere banter back and forth. Family confirmed and growing. A form of healing for severe losses.