I may not be on here, CafePress (lunarcus), or Etsy (lunarcus) much for a while. My mother, for whom I have been sole caregiver for the past four years, fell and dislocated the shoulder of her master side, then died only days later of a pulmonary embolism. In the midst of this, my partner of two years fell ill with appendicitis, nearly died, and has since been re-hospitalised with multiple secondary infections.
As the chosen heir of what was left of my mother's possessions after she was victimised in a travesty of a divorce hearing, I will be busy, all day and every day, for the immediate future with the settling of her affairs.
She wasn't just my mother; over the years since my abusive, adulterous, so-called-father used her up and threw her (and me) away, we became close friends. I can't stand sitting here in this messy apartment, surrounded by everything except the one important thing, everything but the one thing that made this home: her presence.
She was too modest, "too nice" and thus was ignored and neglected or taken advantage of her whole life. No more. I cannot allow her to be forgotten, brushed off in death as she was in life.

Thank you to anybody bothering to read this.