More Updating with Fio

For Fiorella, mourning is different than how it's usually portrayed. She does not sit around staring at a picture of Husband and weep without end, maybe because realization of his death has not fully settled in yet. Every morning she has to figure it out again. (Now, who died?)
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Don't think badly of Fiorella, but in the midst of calling insurance companies and locating people to repair the house, she also made an appointment with her hairdresser and contacted a spa she used to go to. 
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Now that Fio has cleared out most of Husband's preferred foods, the refrigerator is almost bare. Yep, your girl could live on milk, eggs, bread, salmon, and chocolate forever.
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Warning, warning, Will Robinson! Apparently, oxygen suppliers are not too dependable. The only reason Husband's oxygen arrived--a week after the doctor ordered the paraphernalia--was because a visiting nurse got uppity with the company on the phone. And now Fiorella's had to do the same thing to get the equipment removed. (They promised today, so Fio stayed at home, then finally made her own call in mid-afternoon. Now, they're saying they'll  pick up tomorrow at eight. We'll see.)
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Have you ever thought that if we go to heaven when we die, does that mean we've been living in hell all along?