I got woken up this morning by my phone. I probably would have slept longer.
I am having kind of an “iffy” morning. It just feels like it could go either way.
I think I’m dreading going and weeding the plot at the cemetery. Mom says we can’t plant flowers because they will just get torn up when grandpa passes.
Thankfully, there are some plants there now, so it will look okay if the weeds are gone.
Grandpa wants to go see my grandma’s grave on Monday, so we have to go make it look nice before then. I don’t want him to see it the way it is. It will probably be his last trip up there.
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