Images and sounds and smells all shift in my head. Even when I tell myself it's been four months. Not quite a full four months, but nonetheless, our steps have moved ahead even as I run some scenes of my mother in my head ( Read more... )

It started with barely a glance ( Read more... )

Not sure if I'm just holding very tightly to my thoughts and emotions so that I can function better, or if there's a more reasonable explanation to what went through my mind today ( Read more... )

Change is knocking at the door. Do we dare open it, even if we don't know what will happen next?

One step forward, three steps back. That wouldn't make much progress now, would it ( Read more... )

Maybe I've reached a(n insignificant) mark, a point in time when I'm tired from holding back the sadness, the need to lament about my mother's life being cut shorter than what she deserves. Maybe my headaches at the end of the work day just mean that I need to cry for a bit ( Read more... )

Some reading to remind me that Life goes on because we need to take the next breath. ( Let the Dead bury the Dead )

( My eulogy for my mother )

After exactly three months from the time she got diagnosed, my ma lost her battle against the aggressive cancer. She passed away in hospital at 5.21pm yesterday. I should be glad, and I am glad, that she was surrounded by family, by my temple priests and by love, as we chanted and she took her last breath ( Read more... )

dear friends, thank you for the kind thoughts and comments in the earlier entry ( Read more... )