Grieving, Not Writing

My mother died last month. My sister hosted a lovely family memorial for her this past weekend. I put together a slideshow, for which my uncle, my mother’s brother, related stories of their childhood.

Now, my mind is mush. Grief mind. I do easy crosswords. My mother was an excellent crossword puzzler, unlike me, she could use a pen when filling in words.

Now she rests in peace and love with our father. They loved each other deeply.