Two Months

Its been two months since my mom passed away. 

It feels like yesterday. It feels like a million years ago, at the same time.

Alex and I celebrated 10 years of marriage last week, and ten years ago I never dreamed that Mom would not be here to celebrate with us. She would have been so proud for us. 

Six months ago I never could have dreamed that this is where we would be. One year ago my parents moved to Amarillo (where we live) so that we could be closer. With my Dad having Alztimers, mom was needing to be around someone who could help them out on a regular basis. 

My dad is doing the best he can and I am trying to help him while still giving him space to grieve. Some days I am clueless as to how to help him, but I am trying my best. We are doing our best.

So, this is where I am. I am grieving. Hurting. And trying to put one foot in front of the other. 

Part of my healing process is going to be getting back into my studio. That's where I am happiest. Moving paper, getting messy and losing my self while I create. There hasn't been time for me to create yet, but (hopefully) I will be able to have enough time to play. 

1 comment

  1. Hugs, and sending good thoughts and strength to you, M. That's a lovely photo of you two.


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