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Jun. 14th, 2020 09:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kribbanI returned home today after being at mom's for nine days. I don't think I've spent that long a time up north since 2009.
I worked for four of those days, we took walks, watched the Palme murder-investigation final report (??!!???!!), shopped for funeral clothes etc.
She really appreciated me being there and was very sad when I left. Sad, and scared, because she would be alone, truly alone, for the first time in fifty-one years.
She's strong though. She cried the first few days, especially when she called her siblings and told them dad was dead, but she cried a lot less as the days went by. On Friday, we started talking of the 9mm film we converted to VHS back in the day that depicts her wedding in 1969 and my oldest brother when he was a baby. She asked if we could see it, which she's never done before. She's always said she finds it eerie to see moving pictures of her dead parents, but now when we saw it, she didn't get upset at all! Maybe she liked seeing dad as a young man again.
The funeral is the 23rd. I go by night train on Sunday and take the night train back. After I return, I'm gonna start the work of fixing up (cleaning, painting and moving furniture) of my apartment, which is my summer project.
At some point, I'll probably feel up to writing fic again. I signed up my long fuck-or-die for the WIP BB which should force me to work on it. (That trick always works.)
Today, I've been so insanely tired. I slept badly on the night train, and once I did some shopping, cleaning, and making sure my plants were still alive (I knew the cats were alive; they greeted me at the door) all my energy ran out.
I don't even have bedsheets (because they're drying from being washed) but I'm sure I'll be able to sleep soundly tonight!!
I worked for four of those days, we took walks, watched the Palme murder-investigation final report (??!!???!!), shopped for funeral clothes etc.
She really appreciated me being there and was very sad when I left. Sad, and scared, because she would be alone, truly alone, for the first time in fifty-one years.
She's strong though. She cried the first few days, especially when she called her siblings and told them dad was dead, but she cried a lot less as the days went by. On Friday, we started talking of the 9mm film we converted to VHS back in the day that depicts her wedding in 1969 and my oldest brother when he was a baby. She asked if we could see it, which she's never done before. She's always said she finds it eerie to see moving pictures of her dead parents, but now when we saw it, she didn't get upset at all! Maybe she liked seeing dad as a young man again.
The funeral is the 23rd. I go by night train on Sunday and take the night train back. After I return, I'm gonna start the work of fixing up (cleaning, painting and moving furniture) of my apartment, which is my summer project.
At some point, I'll probably feel up to writing fic again. I signed up my long fuck-or-die for the WIP BB which should force me to work on it. (That trick always works.)
Today, I've been so insanely tired. I slept badly on the night train, and once I did some shopping, cleaning, and making sure my plants were still alive (I knew the cats were alive; they greeted me at the door) all my energy ran out.
I don't even have bedsheets (because they're drying from being washed) but I'm sure I'll be able to sleep soundly tonight!!
