Over the years, I’ve watched a few other bloggers go through the death of a parent. Inevitably, there was silence for a while, and I always wondered, What is going on over there? Does the experience cross some unspeakable line, too personal or painful to reveal? I must also confess
Several lovely people have reached out to check in with me since my dad died. I am so appreciative, thank you. I haven’t posted because I honestly don’t know how I’m doing. My mother called once, mostly to talk about her newly widowed resolutions: making no major decisions for a
Snuggled up and on the edge of sleep last night, it occurred to me that eyes and ears are such small holes to let information in, compared to the vast area of skull that keeps stuff out. The whole world is out there, most of it bumping off your head
Obligatory: Thank you for the kind words and thoughtful messages. I wish I had ready a cathartic post which wrapped any piece of my life up in a neat or profound way. But all I have is puppies. Don’t be fooled by cuteness. My whole world smells like dog. Puppy
Mom called around 4 this morning. He went peacefully. Thanks for all your good thoughts. They helped a lot. Here’s the post from September 2011, when he sat me down to tell me there was something wrong. What a long, strange trip. xo, Anne