WoolGatherer

Ten Years

Ten years ago today, my unfailingly kind, patient, loving mother passed away after a short and brutal battle with cancer.

I miss her every day, but today, the pain of the loss is sharp and insistent. How can it be ten years since I last spoke with her? It's hard to grasp.

I do my best to cary her with me, as I must now do my father. I'm not a believer, but it's nice to think that they might be together.

Not much, but something

Hi. This has been a hard few months. Losing my dad in April has colored much of life in the following months. There have been, and continue to be, many sad days. 

However, I do my best to find something each day that makes me happy. And today, it's this image. I do love me some Conchita Wurst...

 

I'm also hoping that writing will help me be happier. So maybe I'll be around here a bit more.