Square Peg ● Round Hole







Yesterday, we buried my mother. I was surrounded by the best people who anticipated my needs before I even know I had them. One of my best friends kept offering water and reminding my to use the restroom especially before the service. If you don’t have a friend like that, you need to find one. She is one of the best. She along with another one of my best friends, made sure that there was food at my home ready for my family along with my sister and her family to replenish after a long day. I am so incredibly grateful that I am surrounded by an exquisite tribe of women. My mother taught me to fine quality friendships versus the quantity and she was right on the mark. Ladies, and you know who you are, I love you and am grateful for you.

So, we are moving forward after saying our goodbyes. Getting her house in order to sell. Deciding what items we want to keep. It is all very mundane yet extremely personal. The emotional toll is intense and I have to remember to ease into it. Not everything has to be done immediately and as always, I will trust the process.

As I begin my new reality, I am struck by my sudden freedom. It seems odd that I don’t have another individual to consider when making decisions about trips or even just going to a football game. There is a sense of relief with that. But, I don’t feel guilty because one of the last things my mother said to me is , “I know you are tired” and she was right. I am. It is time to refuel, rejuvenate, and reclaim my life. It would be what she would want me to do.