I'm officially a widow as of this afternoon--update

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64. Thank you all so much.

Here it is 3 am and I am wide awake, which I expected. It means a lot to know there are kind people here to share my sorrow.

I made the decision to call my brother...my Trumpster brother to whom I hadn't spoken in a very long time. I wanted him to know and also asked him to let his kids know. When his kids and mine were growing up we tried to get the cousins together as much as we could, and I think most of them have pretty good relationships with each other now that everyone is grown, despite the fact that the kids are spread all over the country from California to Colorado to Wisconsin to Connecticut to North Carolina and Maryland.

Anyway, it was a typical conversation with him. After a minute or two of expressing condolences, he went on for about 15 minutes talking about his aches and pains and joint problems. He was wanting to know about my recent hip replacement--he's had one, too, and this was my second and both his hip and knees are bothering him, but what struck me was how typically Republican it was for him to turn the conversation to focus on him. Maybe he just didn't know what to say, but mostly I think he didn't know how to listen. To draw me out, to let me talk. That's Republican.

Anyway, those are my 3 am musings. I've been up for a little over an hour now. Maybe I'll try to go back to sleep.

Thank you all.