I haven’t been able to narrate, but not for want of stories. It’s just that, the story right now is so overwhelming. And what passages in the story are not so overwhelming (the moment when, for example, I laughed out loud at my mother and the funeral home assistant for dithering over whether to quantify my father’s remains in terms of measuring cups or coffee spoons) I am simply trying to enjoy for the break that they are, in the here and now.

I’ll be back soon, to continue the story, soon, I hope, and lighter of heart.

For now, I need to enjoy the silence – or at least, to find peace in the silence – or something – and save what words I have for my own heart, and for my mother’s.