Shannon McHugh

Well Done

My mother didn’t have much worth saving. Now that the funeral was over and everyone has gone back to their lives without her in it, I felt like starting the dreadful task of getting rid of her things. Maybe it was to stay in my pool of depression a little while longer, or maybe it was to start climbing out of it. This would probably be a lot less painful if I had siblings, or a father, but I didn’t.