The last 24 hours have sucked pretty hard.
Saturday was pretty good. That morning I went down to Mass to pick up the costume I had made. I had to go for the final fitting and finishing of the hem of the skirt. I spent a couple of hours with the seamstress and had a blast.
That night, I went to Club 313 and hung with the Sisters of Manchester. Again, I had a great time and met some new faces.
I got home around 1 AM, put stuff away, removed makeup, etc. An hour later I got the knock on the door. It was the police. My mom died that night while I was at the club. Shit. She was the happiest she's been in a long time.
So now I'm dealing with all of the stuff concerning the funeral. No one else in the family can or will do it. This sucks.
In the morning, I will get up, call in at work (hoping I don't get the boot for taking too much time off), and start scrounging up enough cash to give her a decent sendoff. She didn't have insurance, and I'm the one who has to make it happen.
Pawn Stars, here I come...
Sorry to be Debbie Downer, but I need to get some of this off my chest.
Thanks for listening,
Kat