I have to admit loosing someone is not easy, even when they have lived a long life. And stuff like this usually happens after helping to take care of someone. So here it is about two weeks later: half the things on my list are done. And not only that: the holidays are around the corner. My motivation is still high but it is a stretch to get it there . I have a list to keep me going for all the things I have to do. Saturday we are going to take a ride to get oranges: an annual thing for us. This got put off due to Papa in law’s passing. But being that it is later than we usually go, we should get some nice citrus when we make that trip across the state to Vero Beach Wabasso, Florida. Indian River fruit is sweet. It is usually 5 bucks a bag or less for good oranges, tangerines and grapefruit. And when you go to the stand, you have room for negotiation for the stuff they don’t want and can’t sell. That stuff is still good but not good enough “to ship north.” It still has some green on it. But that green goes when you get home after a day. Pictures of this trip later. I am charging up my camcorder. This is the one trip we make south every year. After this, is tourist season and the holidays. But it hasn’t been easy for the past few days: we still have to work and run a law office and prepare to go back to writing and teaching next semester after the holidays. I have done other jobs, but after getting my degrees this is what we do now. And what about foster parenting? We are going to do this, except now we have a house to remodel and possibly sell. Thanks Pops. That was nice of you. We are going to stay at our place until that is all over and then maybe look for another that we both can live with. Keep us in your thoughts and prayers. Why? Papa in law will be interred next week in the cremation mausoleum at Calvary Catholic cemetery in Pinellas Park, Florida. It is two weeks later and that is when they could fit us in. Tomorrow is the Veterans Memorial service for him by the nursing home staff at Bay Pines Medical Center in St. Petersburg. My mom is still living out in the burbs where I grew up. My husband was the youngest of three. Now they are all gone. I loved my Father Pop in law as I used to call him. I loved his humor and the way he loved my cooking. He was very generous and made me laugh. Readers on Twitter and here: keep us in your thoughts and prayers. I am hoping and praying for wisdom to know what to do. Thanks for doing this ahead of time.