I find myself listening to Elvis. A lot. To say that my Mom was a fan of his would be an understatement. She adored that man.

When Mom passed away, the five of us children (and three of the grandchildren) had the daunting task of cleaning out Mom's apartment. Mom had a vast collection of Elvis memorabilia, holiday decorations, and so much that showed her love for University of Kentucky basketball and New England Patriots NFL Football. Everything that she loved was split amongst her five children and her sister (Aunt Theresa). My 10 year daughter has a huge poster of Elvis on her bedroom wall now! LOL

At this very moment I'm listening to Elvis's "Can't Help Falling In Love" because I need a good cry. I've recently begun another semester of college classes and since Mom's death everything has changed and seems weirder to me. I need this distraction though. My grief has gotten more manageable, but I believe...I don't know what to believe anymore.

(Sigh)

My children, especially my 6 year old son, ask endless questions about death. My little boy at times has the worst nightmare about losing me one day. I don't sugarcoat things for my children. I often tell him, "You know we all have to leave one day. I'm hoping to stick around for as long as possible, but you know what? You'll always have your big sister to lean on and cry to if something does happen."

That isn't a bad way of explaining death to a young one, right?

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