I've been sending out messages left and right these past two weeks. It seems like every day I'm either letting someone know that mom died or thanking all the wonderful friends who helped keep me going with their love and support after the fact.
Yesterday, amongst all those emails, notes and messages I decided to Tweet a message to Tim Booth. He's written and shared his own experiences with his mother's aging and failing health so it just seemed appropriate to share.
I certainly didn't expect an answer. But it was just a short while later when I received this reply in a private message.
I know it's silly, but that really meant a lot to me. He's a sweet man.
Yourself: grieving Your partner: supportive Your hair: graying Your mother: gone Your father: strong Your favorite item: iPhone Your dream last night: bizarre Your favorite drink: latte Your dream car: electric Your dream home: clean The room you are in: messy Your ex: clown Your fear: time Where you want to be in ten years: content Who you hung out with last night: myself What you're not: perfect Muffins: bran One of your wish list items: clarity Time: whatever The last thing you did: blog What you are wearing: jeans Your favorite weather: sunny Your favorite book: undecided Last thing you ate: muffin Your life: good Your mood: meh Your Best Friends: unschoolers What are you thinking about right now: mom Your car: roadtrips! What are you doing at the moment: typing Your summer: lazy Relationship status: married What is on your tv: craptastic What is the weather like: Oregonian When is the last time you laughed: yesterday
I'm back. Apparently all I needed was a smack upside the head from the Universe to bring me out of blogging retirement.
My smack-down came almost two weeks ago on the last evening of the LIFE is Good Conference. I was sitting in a room with hundreds of people waiting for Kimya Dawson to take the stage. This year's conference had been a roller coaster ride of ups and downs, mischief and magic. It was both exhilarating and exhausting and I was glad to have gotten through to that last concert when I could finally relax and enjoy the moment. Ha! The Universe had other plans for me.
Thanks a lot Universe.
For it was right at that moment that I got the news that my mother had passed away. It literally brought me to my knees. Although my mother was 89 and had been frail for some time, her death still came as a shock. Luckily I was surrounded by friends and was taken care of from that moment on. I felt an outpouring of love that made me appreciate my unschooling community more than ever. And if I've got the time line right, my mom actually left this world while we were all singingExactly with Amy Steinberg. I guess I was exactly where I needed to be.
Thanks for the reminder mom. I'll try to remember.
I've got a lot to process and the blog is calling me. So I'm back for now. Thanks for listening.