The Best of Times, The Worst of Times ....

I don't know how else to explain the last 8 months of my life.

After reading the short post below, you know that my Mom passed away. Well, three weeks later my brother Paul passed away as well (completely random and unexpected). Life just sucks sometimes, and my body and spirit were broken. I am not completely "me" yet, but life has continued at Willowing speed.

So friends, yet again I am adusting to a new reality. So much is wonderful and fill me with awe and thankfulness: Willow, a new life in a new state, new friends of profound generosity, a new home (twice), latte's at my fingertips.... But, what can you do when you are drowning because loved ones have moved on: their tandem passing haunts me when I least expect it.

I will end my pity-party for now and post some pictures of the good.

P.S. Blogspot isn't working so well, and photos and captions are sometimes awkward in placement ???

Our lovely bed-head, Mommy's teddy (made by my Mom for me 48 years ago), and pink teddy (who I made for Willow).

Listening to the baby monitor one day, I heard Willow wake up, but then immediate went quiet again. I thought she had fallen back to sleep until she called for me a while later: she grabbed the baby wipes and added each one to her crib decor.

Aboard the ferry on our way to Whidbey Island, in the Puget Sound (Washington), where my Mom was living (in the cottage Chris and I built for ourselves one day).

Willowing on the streets of Seattle ...