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Thanks for all the virtual hugs and shows of support. It really does help.

Woke up late today, with swollen eyes and that oh-so-deep heartache. Soul-bruised.

I tried to approach Mother's Day head-on this year in hopes it would make it better. I had a tea party. It was a good party. I also got to have fun with "Red Hat Society" gifts for my mother. I enjoy being a "good daughter" to my unusual mother. I did get to talk to my wonderful child on the phone. Everything seemed okay except for a persistent headache. Then I became brittle and a small argument provoked a burst of anger which then led to the damn bursting. I started crying and couldn't stop.

You see, I get through most days by trying not to look at that deep wound left when R isn't here. Somedays it comes looking for me. I know the psychology and it makes perfect sense. There just doesn't seem to be anything I can do about it except give into the occasional venting of the pain. Then try to go back to daily life. I try to focus my thoughts on the future.

The light of my life returns June 8.

WARNING!

Do NOT carry your social security card in your wallet. Put it in the safe place you put your birth certificate and other important paperwork. Under no circumstances do you want to loose this important card.

Why you say? No one even asks for the card, they just ask for the number.

Well, it you carry it in your wallet and your wallet is stolen, there are a couple of problems. First, you are at greater risk of identity theft.

But worse yet, if you have to have the card, say for bankruptcy court or some other official reason. Well, then the nightmare really begins. Folks, the worst experience you ever had at DMV was an ecstatic experience in friendly, polite and steedy service compared to that of the social security office. They will make you wait in a line before they put your name in a cue to have you wait hours with drunks, crazies and bad tempered people just to hand them a form. Then tell you to wait two weeks. There is not way to get an appointment or mail the form in. It is the hell they punish you in for loosing your card.

Damn, that was stressful, tiring and painful. Tomorrow is another day...