Sunshine...

Some warmth is creeping in from several sources. The sunshine outside, the sunshine of friends who haven't grown tired of my inability to just 'get over' my buddy's death, the sunshine of readers telling me they love my book, the sunshine of family, the sunshine getting a 'heavy revvie' and knowing how to finish the one book that's been simmering for so long.

Perhaps spring is finally here after all...

Today

Eight years ago today, my mother died.

One year ago today, my best buddy died.

I guess it fits that we're having a nasty storm today; it feels more fitting than sunshine.

Spring is supposed to be beautiful...

...so I guess I should try to enjoy it.

It's hard.
Spring will always be a time of sorrow now. But Starsky wouldn't want me to be mourning amid all the flowers we both loved and enjoyed.
So I'll try to remember the fun we had sharing our garden plans although living 600 miles apart. Despite my physical limitations, I must try to keep my garden going, at least as a living memorial to her.