It hit me around 8:30 – a wave of inexplicable sadness. It took me a while to remember that Mom died 12 years ago today. I think it hurts more now than it did then – not the same raging, overwhelming depression I felt then, but a steadily growing lump of guilt and regret that is so overwhelming that my only option is to ignore it. It’s surprising to see how much energy ignorance costs.
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June 22
Back to work today… luckily it was a slow, easy day. I will take it. Took Christina to dance for the first time in what feels like forever. I finished paring down the photos from Yellowstone. I started with 783 images and narrowed it down to 94. That may be as low as it gets. Next, editing, and then printing and putting them into an album. Billy didn’t even know we had an album from Shenandoah, so we took that out tonight and looked through it. Yellowstone will be bigger. Both trips were pretty epic. Those and New Orleans are my top three family vacations. It’ll be tough to follow this up, although Robin said she wants to go to Monaco to see the F1 racing museum. That could be fun too.
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January 29
I had about six or seven minutes of blissful clarity in little 30-second bursts over the course of the day. There may be hope for me yet!
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March 24
Among the many things we did over the weekend, we finally hung my dad’s painting. This was always my favorite and I’m so thankful to have it now.
