I'm finished. The work is done and the reward is that I am healing. Don't be discouraged, though, because I'm turning this old wound into a memoir. It will feature all of your favorite stories originally found here on this blog in addition to more detail and adventures as yet unrelated. I hope to fill in the gaps that seem so apparent to me as I review all the past posts about life after the death of my Mother. I have quite a lot of material to work with and, as I am sure that all my faithful followers will soon learn, I will be starting a whole new series of posts that will be an online journal, much like it was before, but primarily focused on processing daily events in a healthy, productive manner. I hope to simply share the tumultuous and comical happenings of my everyday life without dwelling so much on the past. I have come so far in my recovery that it is no longer necessary for me to dwell on the death of Mom and the repercussions it has had in my life. I will never stop sharing the memories I have of Mom, as they resurface, but I must move forward. I have grown so much in every way in the past two years that it is really quite impossible for the woman I was even five years ago to conceive of being where I am at this very moment. Thank you for taking this journey with me, as I don't think it would have continued without the feedback of those whom I share these tales...
I'm happy, here and now. And I can't wait to tell you all about it.
