New definition of lonely

I want to talk about Mom. Remember her. Laugh the way she and I laughed cleaning out a kitchen drawer. Last Sunday I starte digging through her little desk drawer because Dad was sure their marriage certificate was in an envelope (somewhere). Instead, I found tens of free notepads and address labels. The kind you get in a charity mailing. I knew there would be a few but I really had no idea there would be that many. Dad said to keep them, he'd use them. I told him he'd have to write a note a day to use them anyone in the next few years.

I recycled six of the medical promotional note pads.

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