So I wrote today for the first time since my dad died. It was not, shall we say, a *good* experience.
grief
Fellow creatives, Stan Lee left big shoes to fill. We have some work to do.
Fair warning: this was the first Mother’s Day since my mom died. This post will be very personal, and probably uncomfortable for some. In this post, I am deeply, critically honest.
So this is the first Christmas without my mother, and it’s weird.
Goodbye, mom.
(Note: Violeta Smadbeck has passed away. Her memorial service will be held at the end of September, 2011.
Monday night, we received a call from ‘s parents. It seemed that his cat – who had been staying there while we convinced our landlord to let us gave her – had grown very, very ill.
Somehow, Ginny is still alive. However, she’s really not well; she has to be fed by hand, and can barely move.