I’m not feeling particularly able to put thoughts cohesively together on paper right now very much. But I pretty much feel the same as back when I wrote this in 2012. Today is the in between day, and filled with angsty energy.
Originally posted on to be dancing... a novelty yarn:
She was born in 1956. She would be 56 this year. Just a quick 20 years older than I.
Being as her birthday is the 13th of May, it is always engaged in a dance with the Mother’s Day.
Occasionally they meet up.
Last year was the first Mother’s Day since she’d been gone and her birthday was on the Friday before it. I don’t know yet if it’s harder this way or not. I’ll hazard a guess that every year will be hard in its own unique way.
This year, I would have loved for her to see me hanging my BFA Senior Art Show which opened on Thursday. and graduating next month. and, of course, how big and strong and cool her favorite (and only) grandson is growing up to be. These things hurt my heart.
But we will not dwell on them too long, for…
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