
I may be an extrovert, but sometimes I still need time to myself doing my things that I don’t share with anyone else. Today was one of those days.
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 Mom’s trip to Chicago to visit me in June of 2013. We took an architecture boat tour of the city and she loved it. Even if I hadn’t, her enthusiasm would have been infectious.
I miss the person who cheered and occasionally shared in my adventures. I miss my Mom.
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.
The Star Trek Exhibit at MOPOP in Seattle is kickin’ rad, folks.
Also, there’s a chance I kinda like Star Trek a little.