Back to my roots.
I am sitting here wanting to write but not really sure where to start. This year has been a roller coaster of emotion. It's just over a month since my mum died and even in writing that I realise that up until now my more favoured terminology has been that she has passed away. There is something gentle in saying passed away but the word died is just a bit more stark and finite. Losing someone who has been so defining in your life is always hard but there is something about a parent and the last parent that is something different. I have a large family, lots of aunts and uncles. (Although rather depleted now..) but losing a parent is something different. I entitled this Back to my roots. Why I hear you say? Well I have written since I was a teenager. All that teenage angst and some got written either in a diary or as a poem. How else do you think an introvert does things? Some people I know will be thinking an introvert, really? Oh yes my friend, really. Well why write on...