Sunday, March 1, 2026

“There is no timeline for grief, and no way to fully prepare for someone’s death”

March came in like a lamb with near record-breaking warm temperatures. 
Raven's kids didn't go home until 1 p.m., but for the most part they were outside, so it wasn't too terrible.
Horrid grandmother that I am, I look forward to them leaving.
The house becomes mine again.