It's been a week and a half without Mom. She passed rather quickly. Talk about exponential change. I wrote a blog post on her blog a week or so ago to tell her friends there.
I haven't really felt like talking about it much. Some days I feel like I am doing ok. Then the next thing I know, I'm hit with some emotion. Sadness, weirdness, anger. Crying. Just par for the course.
I've been distracting myself with launching my latest film. With Los Angeles Santacon. With Stanislav Lem. With School.
I've been spending a lot of time with my brother and his family. Me and Aedyn, my nephew, are great pals. (We're building on the great Thanksgiving lego experience.) It's healing.
I miss my dog. I miss Los Angeles tree lined streets. I miss some fucking stability.
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