I pulled weeds, too.
Not sure why. I guess I just felt like it. I know how much she hates weeds.
Yesterday, I visited the funeral parlor. I talked with her. Then she told me to leave and enjoy the day. "Don't waste time here with all these old people."
Today, when I was pulling her weeds, I felt like she was watching me out her kitchen window.
Tonight, I'll look out my kitchen window and look for her doing her needlepoint.
and all of her lights will be off.
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