I got the call that my mother has died. More news as I get it.
Our relationship was complicated. I hope for your indulgence.
Some of my feelings are similar to those Dickens described below:
Scrooge knew he was dead? Of course he did. How could it be otherwise? Scrooge and he were partners for I don’t know how many years. Scrooge was his sole executor, his sole administrator, his sole assign, his sole residuary legatee, his sole friend, and sole mourner. And even Scrooge was not so dreadfully cut up by the sad event, but that he was an excellent man of business on the very day of the funeral, and solemnised it with an undoubted bargain.
I was not the sole anything... but I am not so dreadfully cut up.
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