Friday night my sisters and I went down to my dad's house to start going through mom's things. I have had a hard time since she passed, but it got a hundred times worse after Friday. We didn't make it through much before we all fell apart. It just seems so final, you know, deciding who gets what and what we'll do with the rest. I haven't been able to really sleep or eat since. I just really realize she is never coming back. How do I find the strength to do what needs to be done?
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