Where’d You Go, Writer-Friend
Returning after a long time away from the pen
I was just going to write a post and pretend like I have been here along. I feel like I am shouting into the void anyway, so there is no one there to notice. But, my friend Katie, wrote a post about hiatuses and coming back from a long time away. After thinking for a minute, it makes sense. Even if no one is there to explain this to, I am explaining to myself why I have been gone, and why I should not feel guilty about it. And more importantly, making a promise to myself that I am back.
So, What has happened in the past year. The last post I wrote was in the beginning of July last year. Nearly a year ago. This post was one week after my mother died. I have been on a journey with this. Much more so than I expected to be. My mother died of Alzheimer’s, which is called “the long, slow goodbye.” And this is true. My stepdad and I saw this coming for years. We had a long time to grieve and to say goodbye, but that is not really true, is it.
Because, there are stages to it, and many goodbyes, some fast some slow. And, even though you know it is not your mom in front of you, it is someone who very much resembles her, and as long as she is there, you are not finished saying goodbye. I had a very complicated relationship with my mom. For a very long time. Long before the…
