Hi, this is Spencer. I am once again standing by a field outside the house where

my parents lived and where yesterday my mother breathed her last. This time when

my brother called and said it looks like she doesn't have long to live. I

knew what I needed to do. I canceled all my work meetings through the rest of

the week. I got in a car and I drove 450 miles to their house and I got to be

here to tell my mother I loved her one last time to see her respond to me to be

there to recognize me and then she just went into a non-responsive sleeping sort

of state for the day and a half and last night between two visits to her room. She

stopped breathing and she was gone. How am I? Well that's a really good question.

I'm sad that she's gone. We've been going through some of her old papers and

drawings and writings. I came upon some photographs and I thought nobody will

ever be able to tell us who the other people in these photographs are. It's not

written on the back or next to them. It's something that was not unexpected but

of course when it finally happens it's still a surprise. I'm here with my

brother and sister and we are the family now. My father died earlier this year. My

mother died just now and we're at and today we took some time for ourselves. We

went out despite COVID to spend some time together not in the house because we

know that we have a big job ahead of us really to sort through everything that

they accumulated the things that were valuable to them that might be

valuable to us. The things that are just the remnants of an ordinary life to

sort through and say what is important? What is important emotionally? What is

important legally? And so here I am. I'm gonna take an extra day off of work to

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