I almost don’t hear the knock on my door, which is nuts because I’ve been thinking for a week that the silence in my house was deafening. I haven’t even been watching the TV. I’m just…existing.

At first, there was so much to do. I had to make thousands of decisions about the funeral because Rosemary just helped herself to Mom’s Ativan and the pair of them sat comatose in our living room.

My aunts and uncles always have a lot to say ...