Beyond Measure
Someone asked why I haven't written lately. I have. But I get into it and bog down with bleak musings. It feels like I'm lost in a dark, oppressive swamp. The only relief is to walk away from the screen. But I find that as long as I do that, I'm stuck in the swamp. So, let's try this again. I am going to start by putting the messy out there. Some of it was written weeks ago, so if you feel a discontinuity, that's why. Grief Beyond Measure February of last year I hoped I was emerging from the Valley of the Shadow of Death, but I was not. I had no idea what was coming. I still had a sense of foreboding that I passed off as residual trauma and lingering grief. But I resolutely picked myself up and marched forward. March hit us like a freight train with my mom's stroke. At first we thought we had dodged death, but the reaper had her scent and was patient and persistent. Stroke, bladder infections, neuralgia, perforated bowel, and finally covid. I lost her in Novembe...
