The past week has been analogous to traveling a very dark long and winding road.

All the important women in my life have left the building…other mother, Ethel, Queen E. and grandmother Sid, aka, The Duchess.

The painful reality has been front and center.

Do people pass away in self defense?!

Not only are you dealing with the grief and loss, but the avalanche of paper work and bureaucratic bullshit is overwhelming.

To say that the emotional angst is far more than I ever expected is a gross understatement.

In the past two weeks I have been in Israel, California for a day then jumped on a midnight flight to Florida thinking my mom was moments from death only to arrive and discover that she had made a miraculous recovery!

Joy overrode sorrow and we nursed her back in ICU, step down and then home.

Within three days of being home she was gone and we were on the plane to NYC to plan her funeral in Connecticut.

Before departing Florida I had to return her sporty Lexus.

In death I learned something about my mom.

She had a custom gold pin stripe painted on both sides of the car with her initials on the driver’s side door.

You rock, Queen E…you never fail to surprise me.

Back to business, there are policy cancellations, utilities, insurance, aides to dismiss, maintaining Florida.

Just when I thought I had finished the house in Connecticut I have been advised to sell which opens up a whole new can of worms.

I have been overwhelmed emotionally…this is so much harder than I ever imagined.

Add in sleepless nights, legal matters and now more home issues and you have one crazy biatch.

It’s only been a week and feels like a lifetime.

Yesterday, I visited Queen E. and her royal disciple, King Morris, gravesite.

Sprinkled some purple fairy dust, caught my mom up on the week’s happenings and told her about the unbelievable outpouring of love.

After 22 years, the King and Queen are reunited and it feels so good…there’s one perfect fit and, sugar, this one is it.