Grim and Bare It

My mom is dying.

I know, great way to start. I know you are thinking "This promises to be a laugh-riot, just what I want to read to start my day, I will be sure to check THIS blog everyday".

No?

Well then, maybe the reason to have a blog is not so much to entertain and engage with readers, but to engage with self. I know I am not the first person to lose her mother to cancer, but it is the first time I have lost a mother to cancer. There is only so much speculation, introspection, and general wondering and feeling that friends and husband (no matter how wonderful and loving) can be expected to absorb. So I think that if I write and write here, I can gain some peace for myself, and maybe, just maybe, connect with others who have stories to share of their own.

If either of my two sisters were writing this, you could be assured of some acerbic wit and hearty chuckling. I am not funny, but I will be sure to share with you any of their funny bits, and try not to claim them as my own.

Mom has told us "no blubbering", so I will not blubber to her, but I might to you.

So, that's it for now.