Ground Shift

So…the ground has shifted (a lot) since my last post.

The last few weeks have been exceptionally tumultuous. My mummy became suddenly and seriously ill in late September. After a couple weeks of treatment in the Bahamas, and her not really getting better, we flew her to the US to seek further treatment. We got out less than 48 hours before Hurricane Matthew hit the Bahamas.

In essence, only a few weeks have passed. But it has felt like years.

Truthfully, I didn’t know how to start a post like this. Six weeks ago I never would have had to start a post like this. How could I possibly put into words what this experience felt like? It feels so alien and apart from reality. And yet, it wasn’t.

Throughout everything, I constantly felt the need to make a record of everything we were going through. And yet, I never started. The swells of emotion that typically bring me back to my writing came. And yet, I never wrote. I couldn’t understand why.

I struggled with how much to share because it isn’t really my story. It’s hers. And it belongs collectively to my family. So I want to protect that; keep it private. But this medium would be hollow if I only spoke up about the good moments. So in the next few posts, I will do my best to work through some of the more profound realizations that have seeped in.

We aren’t completely through the woods. But at least we have a moment to breathe and some solid ground to stand on.

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