You know Be, Momma's neice told me Momma would want me to go have my test so I can start to feel better. Maybe God just knew I couldn't handle Momma's funeral. I just don't know.

I keep telling myself I shouldn't be here when they take Momma's furniture away, but part of me thinks I won't reach finalization unless I see it.

I couldn't believe how upset I became today when I walked into her apartment and saw her table and some other things moved. I am normally such a capable person. I do when others can't. I am the person you want in an emergency. This is so different. Is this normal?

Hugs,

Jan