Because apparently I've not been obvious or clear enough about this ( Read more... )

I dreamed I was my mom the night she was dying. She/I couldn't move but kept hearing everything and she/I kept thinking about her daughters and dad and she was still there for hours, trapped inside her body.

I woke up in tears.

It' ridiculous what you get to miss, sometimes ( Read more... )

Happy birthday, mom.

HOME. SWEET, SWEET HOME.

Okay, we actually arrived yesterday, but I spent the night doing some other things until the internet died. And today I woke up to the sky falling down and it's gray and rainy and I am ever so glad that I'm home.

( These were exhausting two days. )