I am thinking of adventure – on the heels of my house work – on the heels of my daughter’s passing.
I haven’t been writing like I would have wanted to. I’ve had plenty to say and an over flow of thoughts and opinions, but prudence held me back. There’s much sensitivity out there; sadness and anger.
I don’t want to stir the pot.
I write to make sense of my life, which now includes my daughter’s death. It’s been hard. None of it seemed real. Then it seemed real and then it didn’t seem real.
So, I will work. I will clean my house. And I will plan my new adventure. My daughter will be with me always.