Fri, 5:29: My uncle from Australia replied to my email about the day at the Washington State Fair and told me the scones we were holding up "look like fruity hamburgers!" LOLOL (The way I see it, any actual hamburger that *I* make shall henceforth be called "fruity hamburgers.")
Fri, 22:41: People told me right after Mom died to expect this, but I still feel compelled to mention, 15 months after she died, I am still encountering easy triggers into complicated, emotional memories of her. It seems to happen mostly during movie scenes involving mothers, like the one I saw today in which a nurturing mom reassures her insecure teenage child.
Mom had her failings, which were many. She also had her strengths, and they were also many. So much of how proud I am of my true self comes from her, even though she actually never fully embraced my true self.
Sometimes it feels like I am still grieving not just what was, but what I wish could have been. Grieving the loss of something never had was not something I ever expected.
