Had a good day. It seemed. Now I can’t breathe. With every breath comes a wounded animal sound. The sound scares even me. How do I live omg how do I live without you. I want to see your bitten fingernails. Your chubby feet. I want to touch you. I want to tell you I […]
June 27, 2020
Society has no clue what to do with grief. It places great emphasis on “healing, moving forward, closure.” This serves to make society more comfortable. It does nothing for the bereaved except exacerbate the grief. Am I healing quick enough? Am I projecting the image of a strong person? I must put on a fake […]
June 20, 2020
Oh Ben. What a day we had today. Beau is a little trooper. He’s so good. And patient. He hardly ever cries about anything. Today an artist, Roger McCall, donated a bench for Memory Hill. A very nice man and a unique and gorgeous bench. But he’s very talkative. So Beau had to be patient […]
June 19, 2020
Exactly two months since you’ve been gone. It doesn’t seem possible. I’m still breathing. I even laugh sometimes. Beau is here with me this weekend. It’s hard to take care of Beau out here. I miss your help with him. The extra pair of eyes and hands. And laughter. I miss your silly puns. Who […]
May 30, 2020
Cynthia, Perry, Fraya, Jacob, Jeorgia, Dani, Marciana, Mama & Daddy and I all tackled the old barn today. It had 25 years worth of old furniture and rat poo in it. We got it ALL cleaned out and pressure washed. It looks so much better. I gave Marciana her urn today. I think it was […]
May 26, 2020
I went to look at a camper today. To lease, 6 months at a time with option to buy. I can’t go home. I’m afraid if I go there, I’ll never come out. Literally or figuratively, I’m not sure. I just know it’s the wrong thing to do. At this point I’m just trying to […]
May 10, 2020
Tomorrow is Mother’s Day I’m not a mother anymore
May 6, 2020
So it’s May 6th, or maybe 7th now.. I don’t know how to function without Ben. My mind hasn’t wrapped itself around the enormity yet. I keep feeling like I’ll see him soon. I’m finding relief in the woods. I don’t know if it’s more my mind is busy on an ATV so I can’t […]
Still Mama
Am I? “Am I still a Mama?” That thought ran through my head on Mother’s Day and caused a pain so intense I don’t know how I survived it. And wished I hadn’t. The answer to it is what gave me the name for this journal. Am I still a Mama? Sort of. I have […]