The furniture is gone, the closets are empty. The lovely apartment that was home for my Mother looks like any other empty dwelling. This morning, we will take our daughter to the airport... once again, she has been tremendous support. For many years in the studio, the three of us were a team; everyone pulls together... and together we got through this. There are always some tears when say our good-byes, and this one will certainly be tough.
When Joan and I get back to the apartment, we'll have another day of cleaning and then packing up our truck. Then, the long drive back to Texas, but we will be together.
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