written while disappearing into a camping trip.
recently i was having a conversation with dusty, & he asked that i stop joking around about something to do with him & my mom (my mom liked him better than she liked me.)
so i started crying.
so my mom died in january
& i didn’t find out until march
& now her funeral is scheduled for next week.
though i vowed not to go to her funeral should she die, i am going. me, the minions, & the dad are trekking down to texas.
this “poem” is a string of things said between my mom & me. not really a conversation. i’m not sure we ever actually had a conversation.
here is another page from the day dusty & i both resorted to old (bad) behaviors…but, we survived it. we totally did.
this was also written during a fight with dusty as we try & fail to move forward.
watch as i start to spiral downward….
alas…hopefully this was only a setback.
got into a scuffle with dusty the other day that, thanks to our both being crazy (4’s on the enneagram if you are into that) & having so much history being crazy together, escalated into a brawl before finally settling down again.
i wrote this during that storm.