Started making my MIL's urn yesterday. It has been over a month.
Our give-a-damn is busted most days as we zombie through tasks and try to keep everything afloat.
Several years ago, I went through a lot and spent most days sleeping till 2 pm, eating a taco a day, and mustering up as much enthusiasm as someone on chemo. The support I had then, kept me from becoming homeless. A real, Bella Swan in Breaking Dawn moment.
This time of turmoil sure feels like that, but now I have someone who makes me feel like it all matters. Someone to live for tomorrow, someone to keep me feeling like, no I can't just give up.
Days definitely come and go, flash by, as my knuckles and joints feel like they're eroding.
#loss #urn #pottery #ernest
