It was cancer. My boyfriend of 3 years got cancer. And then there was radiation and chemo. His grandpa died. My grandpa died; cancer in both of them. Then, in one of the most beautiful shining moments of the past 4 months, we got married. And then he died on our one month anniversary.
I'm sure you can understand why I haven't posted. I feel an awful lot like the lovely bamboo/silk sock that he died before I could finish for him: a work in progress that doesn't know where it's going or why.
I'm hanging in there. I will try to get this thing back on the rails, but right now I'm trying to be gentle on myself, so posts may still be a bit sporadic.
