Quiet Little Sack of Sadness

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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