They carried the last of Momma's things out tonight. The apartment is all empty.

Because my own Mom has been in the hospital this whole time, I feel I'm in some sort of dream. I didn't get to go to the wake or funeral. Maybe it was better that way, I don't know.

They did tell me she looked beautiful in the dress we picked out.

I don't want anyone else to move into Momma's apartment. I know someone will, but it will seem like it's very wrong.

Jan