How has time stood still but also passed in a blink? You swirl through my days, Mama. Differently than all the years before, but still, you’re in each day- with my coffee, with steps “on un-even ground,” with clouds and birdsongs, BLTs and blueberries and charred corn on the cob and my yellow bowl. You’re with me when I’m dancing in the kitchen or watching cop shows on the couch. I can hear your laughter and the sound of you smoking and I hear you calling me Uppy and telling me “you look pretty with the mascara.” It’s been a year of days without you… how??? I’ve let some stuff float away- I gave some pain to the creek, some tears to your hostas. There is still much I don’t understand but my need for answers has become less than my need for peace. The parts of me that are you, Mama, I’m trying to know those parts and love them and grow them. You are in all of us. In our thoughts, in our hearts, in our days, in our very DNA. & just so you know, we’re taking care of each other like we promised. Jill did send me a picture of a snake tho and that was not nice…
I just thought you might be missing my tattling 
Peace Love & Laughter 
XXOO
