Those of you who know me personally, are aware that I lost my mother this week. She went in her slumber which is the most mercy I could have hoped for.
For months, I had been traveling to my parents house to help my father care for her as she was in hospice at home. It was both hard and extremely helpful in helping me to say goodbye to the most dynamic and amazing woman I've ever known.
We talked and grew closer during those difficult days. I shared with her my imaginary worlds in the books I was writing. And she cheered me on, as she always had, to do what I love.
Now as I struggle to help my father and brothers cope with the enormous loss of such a light in our lives, I hope to scrape together some semblance of continuity or routine in my own life.
I am striving to write despite the whirlwind of emotions I seem to be fighting to corral. As it always has been, my imagination is a welcome escape from what ails.
I wanted to say thank you to those who sent me messages and cards and just helped me feel like I wasn't alone in this. You are so wonderful!