Hard
harder than death itself
I think…
The shit show.
Today is the day
everything becomes real.
Moving day for
my Aunt’s furniture.
Today
the house becomes
merely a shell.
Much like her body
when her soul left earth
to join G-d and family departed-
what she always longed for.
The furniture leaving,
the house going to family,
things going smoothly,
are all that she
wanted.
I promised everything
would go
as she wished.
Therefore,
I will breathe,
and breathe,
suck wind,
and breathe some more,
and it will be
what she wanted
from start to finish.
It’s the least I can do
for someone who
loved me so much.
I miss her…
XO Lisa
Grateful, Thankful, and Mending! 
You can do this. It’s not gonna be easy, but you can do it.
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Thank you, friend! Made it through today!
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My thoughts are with you today, keep breathing.
You got this! 😊❤️
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Thank you 🙏❤️
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