The girls came today and it was, as usual, a circus. I have all these pictures laid out from where i'm going through history and she asked me about who was in that one in particular.. It was her grandaddy, taken at Bristol many years ago. She wanted to know where he is and we told her heaven, where all good people and furbabies go. That was six years ago during the year of death for our family. They all died one by one. Ginner. Aunt Nancy. Pnoler. Daddy. Mama. I was still working then and barely managed to function. Lorna's mama Wanda died shortly after my father. We were both a hot mess.
Grief is hard work. It comes in waves and goes away for a while only to hit you smack in the face when you least expect it. Triggers are everywhere. First birthday.holiday/special day without a loved one. That's why it's so important to keep family connections alive. We are the only ones who know the stories.
I have a writing project to do and an eager publisher or two. There's no money involved. Just name recognition for a wannabe. Y'all check out Southern Traditions Outdoors.
Peace be with you. "and also with you." ^j^
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