Good times and bum times, I’ve seen them all, and, my dear,
I’m still here.
Plush velvet sometimes, sometimes just pretzels and beer,
but I’m here.
I’ve stuffed the dailies in my shoes,
strummed ukuleles, sung the blues.
Seen all my dreams disappear,
but I’m here.
Stephen Sondheim “I’m still here” from Follies
One of the best pieces of advice I received after losing my mom was that you never get over it you just get used to it. It’s true. That last post was originally written in April 2016. I never posted it because it felt too raw, too truthful an I couldn’t bear putting it out in the universe. Last year was a very difficult one for me. I came out of it feeling absolutely battered and bruised and broken. I have never been happier to see a year end. It’s been well over a year since I lost my mom and haven’t gotten over it, but I am starting to get used to it. I am hoping that 2017 will be a year of healing and repair for me body, mind and spirit. How? I don’t know, I am still working on it. Wish me luck. I will keep you posted.