I’m on my way to see my mother for the first time since she was placed in memory care. The above picture is full of trepidation, sleep deprivation and my last look in case I don’t make it out alive…Even though I feel pretty calm and almost resigned, it’s crazy the level of fear that she inspired in me my whole life, the remnants of which still lie deep beneath the surface and in the last 24 hours have come out sideways. I simply don’t understand the tendency for people to shut down, pull away or a host of other responses when someone goes to great lengths to give them their love, without reservation or strings. I guess, I will never understand it and I have chosen to love anyway…and not just in this instance, or with this person. I won’t ever be one who allows someone else to determine how I move forward, I’ve come too far, regardless of how confusing and awkward it may feel.. Anyway…pray for me.

So…I think the prayers worked, and I dodged a bullet. While I was meeting with my sister and talking about how to navigate the visit if things went awry, the nurse at my mother’s facility called and because of an incident, I couldn’t visit her (and for my safety). Obviously, while it was fortuitous that she called, I was frustrated and sad (hence the post pic, after some tears and a bit of comfort). I know I look like shit, so don’t judge. Gonna lose myself in a new painting I’m starting and sending her soul some love.