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.
I’ve been doing more writing, trying to pursue a dream I’ve been neglecting, and it’s taking me into my parents’ childhood. I know so little about them, really, and I am making a lot of it up based on the little shreds of details I do know. It’s a strange feeling, constructing a life that…
I took the day off from work today and did some writing, a little shopping, and performed with the symphony. It needs to stop raining already.
Today Mom would have been 76. Even though she didn’t want to be here, the world was better for having her. I wish things had been easier. I hope she is at peace. I’m still picking up the pieces behind her.