because it feels almost unwritable. i can say it. i've been saying it for two weeks. it's the writing...
my mom died.
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Oh my dear friend, I am so, SO sorry.
ReplyDeleteTelling us this way must have been horrible. Bless you for sharing the news with us at all, and for being strong enough even to type those three words.
And somehow, typing it makes it even more real, even though it's already as real as real can get.
Bless you in your time of sorrow, and may you find peace.
Your friend always,
Robert
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DeleteOh Tiz.
ReplyDeleteLove you. And mom.
It was between the lines, looking back.
thank you, dear anonymous who i know yet know not!
DeleteI've never met you, and found your blog in a roundabout way. I'm so sorry for your loss. I tried to think of something insanely comforting to write, but there are no words. I wish for you that you are able to grieve and mourn in your own way, amidst the craziness of opening a show.
ReplyDeletea year and a half, i look at this. and thank you, dear stranger.
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