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I'm sorry about your mom, love.

Thank you, Olivia.

Is it really weird that I wish that I could just keep her above ground? Just for a little while longer? I think about them putting her into a grave and I just fall apart.

No, that's not weird. It's a coping mechanism. When Sam died I couldn't go to the funeral, it made it real for me and I didn't want it to be real.

If you need anything, you can totally ask me. For anything.

I've tried not watching the news clips, not reading the papers, thinking if I could just ignore them, then the plane never happened, but it's not working.

Are you in New York? I could use a friend who isn't driving me crazy with sympathy and asking me if I'm okay every five seconds. And I bet you could use a cupcake from Magnolia Bakery.

I could be in New York in five hours if you wanted. I have my own plane.

You're so sweet. Really. You couldn't have came into my life at a better time.

The funeral is this Sunday, 2 p.m. I'll send you a formal announcement with all the other details.

Thanks. I can't believe I just said that. Considering. But yeah thanks.

Sunday, 2pm. Check.

Also, randomness, what size shoe do you wear?

You're welcome. It's much, much deserved.

Sunday, 2 p.m. You can keep me from demanding they not put her in the ground.

Hmm, usually an 8. Though one time, these Nine Wests that I really adored were on clearance sale, so there were only like one pair of each size, and the only pair they had anywhere at all in my range were 7 & 1/2 and I managed to (eventually) wear them comfortably all summer.

I promise I will. Even if I have to sit on you. And I'm not past that.

Fabulous! I have a bunch of shoes I don't want, need, or wear and I'm looking to pawn them off on people. I don't think Anya could manage my entire collection so I'm opening my closet to you also.

I'll forgive you if the sitting on me becomes necessary.

And I'll take it! Any of it! I'm kind of getting thrust into this whole New York life that I know nothing about and I'm really afraid of not looking or fitting the part. Hence my whole "I'm afraid they won't accept me" post. My mom comes from money. Something she chose to turn her back on so she could try to be independent. But money, as you know, has it's own rules. And it apparently hasn't turned its back on her.

If you need a place to stay, like if you're in a hotel or something, I have an apartment in New York. That's where the shoes are hybernating. I think I've been there... twice?

Money rarely goes away, especially for the kids. You didn't turn your back on the money, your mom did. That's usually the logic behind it. Huh. I sound like I know first hand... weird.

You know I'm gonna be right there with you right?

I know. And I'm so thankful for you, beyond any ability to even say.

And you know that goes right back at you. Except, well, I can say it. ;) And I do, often.