A week ago, I was preparing for a funeral, making a plenitude of decisions and careening into tears at the flicker of a memory. Today I haven't cried...yet...although the pervasive sense of unreality, of griefwalking continues.
A year ago my mother fell and broke both legs. At the time she was expected to die, but she didn't and her last year gave me a chance to create some closure, work out some issues and prepare myself, as best as we can, for the final departure.
So what is echoing in my heart right now is this song from Rent (which isn't my favorite musical by a long shot!)--How do you measure a year?