Six months ago today, my mom died. In the succeeding days and weeks, I have....
wept
smiled
sighed
laughed
knitted 
shared time with friends and family
plugged away at work
decided to and then moved into an apartment
spent too much money
visited my dying father
and said goodbye to him
made very unwise choices
tried to organize my thoughts and feelings
and failed
made some wise choices
knitted some more
tried to organize
my stuff and really failed
sifted, sorted and tossed lots of Mom's stuff
put a mobile home on the market
waited
wept some more
prayed
celebrated Jubilee with my community
slept too much
thought I was "better"
got worse
taught myself to crochet
celebrated the birthdays of my Mom's first two
granddaughters
talked to lots of people
avoided a few
agonized over my failings
grown out my bangs
prayed some more
tried to balance my checkbook
watched a television and some movies
spent time with my sisters in community
not blogged much
traveled and slept in an airport
become a more integrated person
a better friend
and a worse one
and continued to explore the way the world works with my mom not in it.






