Quiet Little Sack of Sadness

4/10/13

There's no time table for this part. I thought this morning , aren't I compulsive, posting away for the world to see my grief. But of course, why shouldn't I? This is what I do - I write, compute, interprete nature, try to make sense out of chaos, this is all I have to offer. Just as I reach now for any words of comfort or understanding in books, I too might offer it up here for someone, somehow, without even knowing it or knowing them. Grieving makes a mean man human, if only temporarily, but it marks them.

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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