The Beginning

Hi there,

My mom died last August.

Sometimes it’s all I want to talk about. 

I even started a podcast so I could talk about it.

The farther away her death, the less I do. 

I now spend entire days thinking about other things.

Mostly things related to navigating our internal world with peace and intention. And how to make it easier for you. 

Her death though. It’s only just a connection or two away.

For example, I was appreciating my sweetheart this morning.

Thinking about how good and normal it felt to say goodbye. Familiar and impatient and sweet. So much like any Wednesday.

Her death one thought away. 

First this: I loved the feeling of his hug when he came to the hospital.

Then: I love the way I felt curled up on his lap at her bedside.

Next: How it felt to curl up in her bed

And: For him to hold me up during her honor walk.That longest walk down the hallway where they took her body for its organs to transplant into others.

Appreciation and death are so close.

These scenes are all their own entire chapter. Probably too much for a first post.

Hi. Here I am with TMI, an obsession with death, and a need to write to you most days.