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Don't you wish I hadn't started this particular topic?
So, we had BIL, SIL and 'phew over for breakfast the next day (the boys didn't get home until late the night before) and they left. That night, the three of us had fondue for dinner. If there's one food Blanche was fond of, it was cheese. Wednesday, I went back to work and the boys left for Ohio.
They are still there. That's part of why I said earlier I feel like I'm grieving alone. Maybe I should have gotten it all "done" Friday, Saturday, Sunday or Monday, before the boys left me alone. But right now I'm coming home to an empty house. I don't want to live in a house of sorrow or something, I just feel like there's all this inside me (most of which has been written down in these hideously dull posts).