So Much, So Fast

I have been trying to find the correct words to properly express the events of the last six months. Honestly, they have been a phantasmagoria, leaving me in a state of torpor from which I felt no escape.

March was perhaps the worst of times as my mother, after a well-concealed relapse of cancer, died suddenly one Sunday evening. I'm not yet prepared to entertain the details of her last days, as I'm not just beginning my own grieving process, but I can say that she had her family and friends close by and passed in a dignified manner befitting of my mother.

Soon thereafter, due in part to some rather clever planning on my mother's part, I was able to have a great housewarming. I had about thirty friends in attendance, and it was an overall success. I wish again to thank all who were in attendance! Mostly, I really need to tip my hat to my friends that helped me make my new domicile liveable. Your dedication enabled the vivification of my spirits so soon after the passing of my mother.

Mea Culpa

I have been spending much of my supine time taking stock of myself. In the past ten months I experience three of life's most stressful events: the break-up of my relationship of four years; moving to a new residence; and the passing of a loved one.