How's It Going? Really?

So as you know I've been avoiding talking about myself or my family for a while.  Truth be told, there's not a lot to say.  Well, maybe there is.  I am going to start out by saying how incredibly proud I am of my Mom, she has picked herself up and gotten things done all while grieving her husband.  She and Dad were married for almost 52 years (that's not a typo, that's a loooonnnngggg time, especially these days) and for the last 7 years she's been there for him, from checking and double checking medications to trips to the doctor to just sitting with him those last few days, she if the true example of "till death do you part".  And on top of it all she has COPD and is diabetic and kept herself healthy during all of this.  I am so in awe of my Mom I just can't begin to tell you what a wonderful woman she is.  My sister is getting there in terms of grieving, she has good days and not so great days, but that's to be expected.  Now for myself, there are unexpected moments that I think about my Dad and just want to crawl up on a closet and cry my eyeballs out.  At those moments, I just stop and talk to God and Daddy (there standing in Heaven thinking I'm nuts I promise you), just as if there were standing right beside me and somehow I realize that I'm okay.  I will say this, I've noticed that I talk a lot about him, more so now than ever, he's probably thinking that's kind of funny too (that's me Dad, your source of entertainment, right!).  So now that you know what's been going on I'll leave you all with a little advise on grieving, I've found that I find solace in my hobbies/passions.  As you all know photography is my passion, so I've been snapping up a storm and that really calms me down, so find a hobby/passion that you can throw yourself into.  Well that's enough for tonight.  Sleep tight!

Sweet Dreams,

Magnolia