These pictures were taken just outside of San Francisco on the morning of August 25th. Later that day, my Mom died. She had been ill for a long time without knowing it, and once she found out, it went fast. We flew to her and spent her final days together. I was there, holding her foot, when she passed.
Her illness was one of the reasons I stopped writing here. I found it hard to concentrate, hard to write about the beauty in each day.
I don't know if I will continue this blog. Lately I find it hard to share personal things.
I can tell you this: Rafael is blossoming, healthy, hilarious, and the most amazing person I've ever met. He is doing very well.
The woods are still my sanctuary, the dogs are still my comfort, and my husband is still my best friend.
I miss my Mom every day. It is unfair, and cruel, that she is gone. The past couple of years have been difficult, and I have had to be very strong.
Fortunately, my life is also sparkling with blessings, wonders, and miracles.