There’s much to be said about the lessons learned in hindsight. Many of you know that my Mom passed a few weeks ago, right after I returned home from my FL road trip. That’s just like my Mom–planning everything out so that it doesn’t inconvenience anyone.
I’ve had time to breathe and reflect now that I’m back in my beloved VT. Freedom and happiness come to mind for both of us. Many people have said they’re sorry for my loss–but it really isn’t a loss. Let me explain. More »
I lost my Mom on Tuesday night.
What can I write after a sentence like that?
I’m nearly 40. My mom was 82, my dad is 78. Over the last few years, I’ve been preparing myself to lose my parents. I didn’t know who would go first and at their advanced ages, either scenario would have its challenges.
I’m a writer. But I haven’t written anything about this until now. Fragments of words and sentences pass through my brain; they want to be written but I haven’t had a moment to myself. That’s the thing about death: it’s so…practical. More »
