O-bla-di, o-bla-da, life goes on, brah!... La la how the life goes on... O-bla-di, o-bla-da, life goes on, brah!... Lala how the life goes on. ~ The Beatles

A while back, my friend Linda sent balm in the form of a note.  She wrote, "I felt like the world had gone out of kilter when my mother died."  

Out of kilter. Yeah, that's how I've felt. I miss my mom.

I'm not going to pretend everything was hearts and roses between us. It wasn't, but still...

She'd sometimes, in an angry tone, tell me I looked just like her mother.

Sometimes on bad days she thought I was her mother.

 Mothers and daughters. *Sigh*

For my part, I didn't make it easy on her in my teen years, spitefully ringing Hell's bells.

But God...slipped in, changing the tone, changing history, changing everything. We learn to honor and bless. We did our best, she and I.  Grace. 

My own girl will be here in a few weeks with her fat and sassy baby girl.  Mothers and daughters.  It is good.  La la how the life goes on...

Back to work

“It was November--the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul.” ― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

Thank you, friends, for the kind words regarding my mom. I'm slowly making my way back. Love you.