I went back to Tulsa on Sunday night and when I came back to Wagoner on Monday Mom was a mess. I've now concluded I have to stay forever. Sometimes I will go through the house and think...you just left everything, how dare you not pick your stuff up. But then I remember you weren't planning on leaving and this is not one of your business trips, even though Mom and I expect you to call every night and when it doesn't happen we go to bed a little more disappointed than we were the night before. I'm getting her to walk more which I think will help her mindset but you leaving is probably the hardest thing she's ever had to go through. Your sister is out of Grandma's house now, which is good but I don't think Grandma believes me when I tell her that is what you wanted in the first place. I keep going through your things hoping to find something you've left behind for me. If it is here, I haven't found it yet. Anyway, I miss you...a lot. I had a glass of wine from one of the 10000 bottles up in your room. It was bitter sweet because I could chose any bottle I wanted without you to tell me no but my God how I wish you were here to tell me no.
Love but still pissed,
Lyndsey
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