The drops are due to feelings creeping through. And I can’t get past them until I’ve felt them, as much as I’d like to skip this part of the grieving process.
February 8th, 2017
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February 4th, 2017
I’m trying, but I can’t keep up. And maybe that’s understandable, but it’s not enough.
February 1st, 2017
There were days in February where I was a blank. Where my notes read things like “I worked. I can’t remember anything else.”
Since it was grief at losing my Mother that had me so disconnected, I decided to write about my memories of her on those days.
This is from a trip to “The Beach” in North Carolina when I was a child of about 10 or 12. I made the long drive into a game, talking about Star Trek and deciding what each thing in the car and on the road related to. It was just Mom and I and she laughed and played along, participating in my silliness and encouraging my nerdy passions.
I miss all the ways we laughed. I miss my Mom.
Memories
When I start publishing February’s comics, you’ll notice that there’s a week (not continuous, but spread out over the course of the month) where my grief and stress completely made me lose those days. This is a mix of my memories being blank and the days themselves being blank.
Instead, you’ll find memories of my mother, Janice in those days. Memories of good times and bad, memories that struck me as important.
Here are a few others I have loved.
My mother and I’s relationship was many things, just as she was many things. I only wish I had captured more of who she was in the work I made while she was alive.
I miss you, Mom.
January 25th, 2017
My last gift from my mother was a Wonder Woman apron. Sometimes my life feels like it’s being created by a hack group of sitcom writers.
January 23rd, 2017
idgaf
January 19th, 2017
“I can’t lost it here” and “I can’t lose it now” have basically been my mantra for weeks at this point.
January 18th, 2017
My aunt gave this car to my mother, who gave this car to me. It’s not much, but it’s tangible and it’s a reminder of how much she loved and cared for me.
January 15th, 2017
This is less hindsight than it is perspective.
January 9th, 2017
We left her on a hill in her home state of West Virginia, with her Mother, her Father, her oldest brother, and her oldest sister. Her casket had a bouquet of yellow roses.
The words the preacher spoke were old. They were comforting.
I wasn’t supposed to have to carry her casket, but I did.