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September 22, 2006
My sister's garden is beautiful and peaceful. I awake every day to bright blue, sunny skies. I sit in the sun on a weathered wooden chair my mother bought. It was ludicrously expensive, but Mom loved things like that. This is my first visit since Mom died last August, and I dreaded it, fearing all the emotions that would come flooding back at being where she had lived the last few years of her life. But in keeping with the city numbness, I didn't feel much. Just glad I'd done all I could do for her while I still could.