I don’t write often anymore, though I should. I just haven’t had the time or the motivation much as of late.
My grandmother passed away in the wee hours of Saturday morning, surrounded by her four children and her husband of nearly 41 years. I was in her bedroom, just the next room over from the living room where we and a hospice nurse had been tending to her since her release from the hospital just a couple of days earlier.
My mental health has been all over the map these last few weeks. I have had some incredible days in there alert, lively, cheerful, talkative, totally at peace with where my life has been and where it’s going. Unfortunately, that hasn’t been a frequent occurrence.
This will probably still be a long post because I don’t know how to keep anything brief.
I’m still alive! In all seriousness, I feel a lot better than I have in quite a while.
It’s almost a month into 2016 and this is the first blog post I’ve made in the new year. I started and trashed at least three of them, but here goes nothing.