Mom is sleeping

I pulled the blinds and closed the door to Mom's room about 10:00. She was on the verge of sleeping, and I thought she needed some sleep.

I have been checking in on her, and I can see her chest rising and falling. She seems to be taking deep breathes.

Friends have phoned to check in. It's nice to have so many concerned friends.

I'm doing OK.

I am trying not to cry. Crying just wears me out. It doesn't make me feel better.
It makes me feel worse.