Haha! That post title used to be (maybe still is?) a title of a TV soap opera. It seems appropriate for me to borrow it today.
So.. I am beginning to recover from all the turmoil of the last month, the death of my mother being the biggest trauma. I didn't expect it to be this hard, because at her age, 95, I thought I was ready. Nope, I wasn't. I miss her. And, as I look back on the days before her death, I am so thankful that I got to be there and witness her strength, her faith, her kindness. I took pictures when friends and family came to visit and say goodbye. I am not going to share them here, but I am so happy I have those pictures. Mom's face lit up with joy when visitors arrived. That was one of the things I loved about her - her friendliness and love of life.
But, as I say, I am beginning to recover. My tears have been very close to the surface and have fallen freely, but I'm getting better at thinking and talking about my mom without crying every time. People have been so nice, and that really helps a lot.
While I've been overwhelmed, Husband has been working very hard. We're both so tired. I wish the two of us could get away for a short vacation.. maybe a date night is something we could accomplish.
Life keeps tick-tocking along. I have not been back to work but will return this week. I am looking forward to working again. At first I was afraid to go back, thinking I'd burst into tears too easily. But now I'm ready.
books I donated to my Little Free Library in memory of a fellow quilter and LFL steward who died of cancer:
I'm loving our cool, beautiful fall days. We turned on our heat this morning.