Primo: I am so tired. I did a lot of work today, but there is still so much to be done.
Me: I know, sweetie. It is a huge burden.
Primo: And I'm not like you - I can't just throw things away.
Me: No, that is not your forte.
Primo: I have to throw away boxes of my mom's stuff about Nancy and mental health. She wanted to write a book.
Me: That's a lot.
Primo: I feel guilty about it - all her work - but that's not my work. I am not going to carry on her work.
Me: It's OK. I truly do not think your mom would expect you to do that. I just wish she had lived longer than your dad so she could have had some peace.
Primo: I get so distracted doing this. I start reading the papers and notes and books and looking at the photos. But it's my family and they are all dead. I am the only one now. It makes me sad.