Cleaning out my Mom's apartment: Day 2. My Mom passed away a few weeks ago. It was sort of unexpected. I feel like I haven't processed the many feelings around this yet. Yesterday, a bunch of friends and family helped me clean out her apartment. We went through her every drawer, found thousands of pictures and lots of rolls of undeveloped film. It felt like we were dismantling her life and dissecting everything we could find. I was emotionally a wreck by the time dinner came along. My Aunt, cousins, and Christine and I went to an Indian restaurant. I let everyone off at the front entrance and had to drive about a 1/4 mile away to find a parking spot. It was a brutally cold night. The moon was out and full and bright. I felt momentarily connected to my Mom and to all the feelings. And then I was swooped into the restaurant without time to really feel my on the surface emotions.
Then I ate. I had bread and my dinner (saag) and some of Christine's dinner and then some of everyone else's. I was eating everything I could find and drinking more beer than usual. I was stuffed and I kept eating. I was overly stuffed and then I still kept eating. Drowning it all in food and liquor.
Then I started to walk back to the car and stopped into State Street Fruit Store and bought some Mint Milano cookies and I ate half the bag in the car.
When I got home I passed out in bed. No emotions on this watch. Nothing but a bursting belly and a headache this morning.
Sometimes it's just what you have to do.
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