Of Carne and Crocheting

13,833 Days Alive

20 Rows to Go on Junior’s Blanket

2 Hour Nap Taken

1/2 an Asada Burrito Eaten

I took this Sunday as a mental health day. I napped, I ate, I might read a bit later, and I’ve been working on the last third of Junior’s Blanket.

I’m still recovering physically, mentally, emotionally from the trip this week.

Burying my mother was more… troubling than anything else. I’m worried for those she left in her immediate wake. Sean Michael and Bryon can’t function without her. And I don’t know if they’re going to be able to step up for themselves. It’s terrifying.

I don’t know if I’ll go to the memorial in a few weeks. I think covering her in dirt and watching them fill the grave was enough closure for me.

I feel bad that I don’t feel more. I’m still kind of processing the loss, I guess. It’s not as hard as it was when Daddy died. Though finding out he wasn’t my biological father was a bit of a mind fuck, especially the way I was presented the information.

Anyway, I’m off to crochet more. I want to finish this before the end of the week.

Take your meds, folks.