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Mom's roomate, who was 99, passed this morning. My poor mother used to be a nurse and it seems like whenever a neighbor or someone dies, they call Mom to come and "take care of things".
Mom doesn't adjust well to change, so I guess now we have to worry about who is going to be her new roomie.
I have blisters in my throat and can't go see her.
Keep those prayers and good thoughts coming, please.
Hugs,
Jan
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