Quiet Little Sack of Sadness

4/15/13

I got to the vet with The Pug and they whisked me into a room, my lower lip quivering. I am usually very stoic with my vets.

But they all knew me and The Old Pug and they came into say they were sorry, and they were hugging me and then I blurted out how my mom just died, and I completely lost composure.

Of course they understood.

That Pug was wrapped in my arms.

My mother died on April 4th, 2013 at 87 years too young. She was vibrant, alert, and not thinking about dying. Nor did we have a real grasp at what laid ahead in those short 48 hours. While she was 87, you wouldn't know it - as many would say she was one of those people you didn't think would ever die.

This blog is my journey through that grief - the reality she really did die - and through art, sewing, doll making, words and silence, I hope to give myself comfort as well as others who have lost something huge in their lives. I suspect I will learn many things too in the coming months and have many memories and epiphanies.

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