Day Seven

Day seven, and Fiorella still doesn't believe Husband is dead. Still thinks she's hearing him rummaging aorund upstairs or in the next room. Still saves the newspaper for him and marks the comic strips she likes. Still smiles at  things she wants to tell him, things that would make him laugh. Is it that way for everyone?
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The basic funeral arrangements have been made so the frenzy is over, but Fiorella is still wrestling with getting the Austin newspaper people to take her payment for the obituary.  It's that ol' on-line thing that Fio is so bad at.
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Fio's driving in to Austin today on a three-pronged mission--to meet with friend Paula, go by the church to make sure everything is in order, and stop in at Heart Hospital to have her pacemaker checked. She's thinking of driving by some of the places she and Husband have lived in too, for nostalgia's sake. (Oops, just got news that Paula can't make it.)
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What will Fiorella do now that she is single? Probably what she is doing now--writing--but more intently. After all, she has her own sell-by tag.
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Fio may do a little painting too, if she still has "the eye." And, of course, she'll do her best to get the house and grounds in the best shape possible. Again, she has her own sell-by tag.