Well, my motherhas moved in with me.  The hospital would not release her to live on her own anymore and wanted to send her to a rehabilitation facility.  I literally had 2 hours to make a decision on what to do and I chose to have her come here.  It's been a real challenge these last two weeks.  She refused to work with the physical therapist, so he won't be coming back.  My brother came out from Ohio to help me out for a week and realized for the first time what a handful she is to take care of.  He left on Saturday, and I really miss him.   But I'm reallly missing Gene.  I cried on my way to work yesterday.  Just couldn't hold it back any longer.  I don't know how I'm going to get through the holidays.  I just want them to be over with.  I will be cooking for Thanksgiving and will have my son and mother here.  I know it's not going to be easy for either Paul or I this first Thanksgiving without  Gene, but I'll try to make the best of it.  I've been looking through catalogs and keep seeing things I would have bought for Gene, then I remember he's gone and the pain comes flooding back.  It's been over seven months now, and the pain still runs so deep.