Little things are really starting to bring us to reality more and more.  The first day and yesterday there was so much going on, visitors, and what not, that it was kind of not real for us yet.

now today, the house feels emptier and quieter.  Maybe it isn't the house, maybe it is just our hearts.  EO is sadder today.  After Bill took him to see the plot he had bought, EO just sunk into a deeper sadness.  

we had some visitors Sunday and Monday which was so nice.  A couple pans of food were dropped off too.  which was SUPER helpful.  well, actually, the food was dropped off at Bill's but we had been there and there was plenty to go around.  
The girls came down yesterday and helped me pack up Carol's clothes and shoes.  We each took an item too hand onto.  I took a few of her skirts for a project I plan to do one day.  (not a quilt) but something else I will talk about another day.

i think the hardest part, is seeing EO think he didn't do a good enough job in caring for her.  He tried to do all he could each day.  If he had to work full time besides here, he could never had been able to be there as much as he was.  Even in her last 24 hours, he was there 12 of those hours.  Her last words to him, she tried to make him understand how grateful she was.  But not being able to swallow or hardly whisper, it was such a struggle for her.  But she wouldn't let go of him until she said what she needed to say to him.  Once she was done, he put her into bed, she went to sleep and it was the last time she spoke to him.  He told me that night what she said, and he said he has a feeling that would be the last time they would speak.  Sure enough, it was.