Life is so difficult these days, isn’t it? I mean, they had it so much easier years ago.
My mom has only lived in two places since I was born … the house I was raised in, and the house she moved to after I left the nest.
My head is spinning from the whirlwind that has been my life since the 4th of July. We still have about a dozen boxes to unpack in our new home, plus need to hang pictures and decorate. There will be more updating to the house as well, but at least the major fixes are done for a few years.
In the mean time, I find myself experiencing the stages of grief over losing my mother-in-law three weeks ago.
I don’t even know where to begin to write this difficult post. I hope you’ll follow along anyway, because this is important … to me.
My husband had been wanting to spend time with each of our mom’s in the kitchen, and a few weeks after he baked apple slices with his mom, he asked my mom, V, to teach him how to make pasta from scratch.