Losing two daughters in one week

When I was a young woman who wanted to have a baby, I never considered the end result. One day your babies leave. Or if you're me, two leave in one week. With Meredith moving out this weekend and Miranda getting married next week, I'm feeling nearly depleted.

I have cried and cried.

I never thought I wouldn't look forward to my daughter getting married. I thought that was supposed to be a happy, joyful time. I only hope to get through it.

I know Mere needs to be on her own. I know it in my head. My heart is another story.

My heart, torn in two, then torn in two again.

Her princess

My sister ridiculed my visits to the cemetery.
"You should spend more time with people who are alive," she commanded.
I kept silent as usual.
But in my head I was retorting angrily.
At the grave, I can have her all to myself again. He's not around. You're not around. It's just Carole and me.
She was like a mother should be to me. She was the closest thing I had to a mother my whole life. She treated me like her princess.