I’ve mentioned this here before, but I’ve used this blog to try and help me resolve my grief over my mother’s death in 2023. I’ve written many posts dedicated to how I was coping – if I was coping – things I had to learn to do as a 60+ woman, and how I was trudging through the quagmire of her sudden passing. I’ve been collecting these posts in a file on my desktop with the hope to compile them into a book on grieving. Along the way I began recording what was going on with Jack, as well.

The last entry in that book was on Mother’s day of this year. I simply haven’t been able to write anything else. No desire, no willingness, nothing to say has filled me with angst. I wanted to complete the book before Mother’s day of this year, but found I…simply couldn’t. And I couldn’t figure out why I was unable to put a period on the two saddest years of my life.

Until last Monday when Jack died.

Since then, the words have been pouring out of me like a morning rainfall in the tropics.

It hit me today why I haven’t been able to finish that book: with Jack still alive, my mother’s story wasn’t over yet.

Simple right? You’d think that I, as someone so attuned to her thoughts and emotions would have seen that.

But I didn’t.

The day he passed, I had this sudden urge – almost like an obsession – to finish that book.

I realized with Jack still alive, struggling, and missing my mother, her story wasn’t ready to be completed. Now that he is in Heaven with her, I can put a period on a a life – two actually, – that were filled with struggles, hardship, loss, and ultimately, love.

I’ll keep you all updated on the progress, but I’m thinking if my mind and fingers keep up at this pace, that book will be out in the reading wild by Mother’s day 2026 as a tribute to two people who completed one another.

~ Peg