I have a dead mum drawer.

 Yes, you read that correctly I have a dead mum drawer. She's not literally in it just like my life.

All of her papers, her phone, her passwords to every thing, her birth and death certificate. Her life basically in a drawer. 58 years in 6 document wallets, and an envelope.

She’s been relegated to a drawer and a plastic box, and will be buried forever in a hole. I can visit her but not ever see her or hug again.

3 weeks mum-less today. Another reason to hate fucking Mondays.