Wow. It's been some time since I posted here -- a few weeks at least. In that time, a lot has happened. I suppose I should say that I finally (just today) got my 'office' put back together. Which is why I'm here now, writing this post. It's not the optimal set-up, but it'll have to do until we move into the Plum Palace.
December 22nd is the anniversary of my mother's death. This year marked three years she's been gone. Every year, I light a 7-day candle on that day and pray/talk to her. I tell her how much I miss and love her, that the family's doing well, although she and I both know that is subjective commentary. On Saturday last, I got the news that Nicole Meredith, sweet Littleflowers, had passed from this world, and the news hit me like a ton of bricks. On that day, the 7-day candle, burning for just two days, burned out. It was later that I found out Nicole had chosen to go on the anniversary of my mother's passing, and I couldn't help but feel a little bit of her poetry in that move. I'm am gutted. I feel like what I'm writing isn't going to make much sense. For a few days after hearing that she'd gone, I dreamed about her. I dreamed she was preparing to go and I was selfishly trying to convince her not to.
I don't think I can do this right now.