We all  have out way of escaping reality.  Mine is to go into my computer room and just  do nothing.  I stare aimlessly at the screen, but I never get any work done.

I am a writer. If I don’t do anything, I don’t get paid, but when my mom passed away at the beginning of the month, I no longer cared if I ever wrote again.

My husband talked to me and told me I needed to cry, however, I had promised my mom that I wouldn’t cry.

I had just lost my mom.  I had just lost my best friend.  I had just lost the one person in the world that I loved spending time with and going on vacation with.

My husband doesn’t like to travel, so when I travelled for work, I took my mom with me.

Here I am, almost a month later, and I am ready to get back to work.  I know she is fine because she is with my father.  She was ninety=two and she was ready to go home.

For many years I did meditation and I dabbled in self-hypnosis.  I was able to relax and I learned to go with the flow.  I learned that it is okay to be me and to grieve if I must.

I found a letter my mom left for me.  She told me to grieve if I must but I made a promise that must be kept.  I promised to honor her and keep writing.

I am writing tonight, and I will be writing quite often.  That is what I am.  I am a writer.  I am healing and my mom is in my heart.

Now. . . if only I could lose this damned weight that I’ve gained in last couple of years, I would be great.  (I had to end this on lighter note.  LOL)

Happy reading.

Sherry A