Loss echoes louder when family grows smaller.

I'm trying to keep up with the days, the days seem to flash by while the nights drag along like a snail.

I kept busy cleaning the house, everything I could find got cleaned.
Keeping busy keeps my mind clear.

I was in the process of cleaning out kitchen cabinets when Badger shoved me out of the way, told me that she'd never find anything if I did the straightening.
Then she did it for me.

Thank heavens Raven is going up to the parents to be with the littles this weekend 'cause I am in no mood to deal with them.

Right now, I'm in no mood to deal with any human-or animal. 

I just want to be left to heck alone.

Badger and I did take a walk down to the Methodist Church, that helped a little bit, getting out of the house.
Not a lot-but some.

I think this is a lot like losing my mom all over again, because Uncle was the only family I have left.
The last few years, neither of us was very good at it, but we did text each other.
I knew if I had some juicy gossip, I could text-and vice versa.

Hippy Aunt is still out there, but she's never had much to do with me.
She only liked Cousin.

I have half siblings, and a whole paternal family out there.
They've always denied I existed.

With Uncle dying, I am well and truly an orphan.
I have no one now but Cowboy and my kids.