swirly whirly inside

ok lots to cover including an awesome too-short trip to austin (raise a glass) (more on that later, MAYBE) but the thing that is echoing in my brain today is how can someone be here one day and then just…gone? i gave ross my mom’s laptop, but i haven’t wiped it yet (dragging my feet on most everything), and he asked if i could, and then we were on a rathole journey with her apple id and codes sent to her phone so we had to quit (for today). it’s just so abstract and strange that someone is here and then they are not and they leave behind all these memories and THINGS. i don’t miss my mom exactly, but i think about her constantly. it’s so strange — that she’s gone. anyway, unrelated/related, a good poem.