Carrying on...

Today was rough for me. Tomorrow is the anniversary of my mother’s death, and today as I was reflecting about the last day I got to spend with her, a family member called me specifically to tell me this family member didn’t ever want to talk to me again. And then before this family member hung up, said, “Love you, bye.” So why the call? Why say I love you? I expected to hear just that from this person and have been mourning that loss for months now, knowing it would come to this. I guess the timing sucked. But such is life, and the death, of loved ones.

Carrying on, here...