I have been gone for over two years and as many of you know, it can be that way when you need to take care of your own mental health. Since the last blog which seems like so many years ago, I have been gathering the strength to return to the blogosphere to continue the conversation that I interrupted. I thought that I could simply move on as if my life had been temporarily placed on hold; I was wrong.

At first, I dreamed about my mother almost every night to a point where I honestly didn’t know if she were dead. Before I could begin my day, I had to spend a few minutes each morning convincing myself that Ruby was gone and that this, was my new reality. I couldn’t shake it because I wasn’t convinced. How could she be gone??? But I was there with her body until the mortician came and gathered her. The concreteness of this detail kept me cemented in reality. Our relationship was close but troubled. It was very painful at times with bits of sweetness sprinkled in just enough to where I learned to love my mother instead of fearing her.

I invite you to return and read if you wish. There is so much more to come.