We’re living in strange times. COVID-19 is unlike anything most of us have ever experienced. As the third anniversary of Mum’s death approaches, I can’t help but wonder what Mum would think of it all.
For various reasons, I have been in a funk of late. A successful trip to the Zöppkesmarkt, the annual local antique and flea market, was just what I needed to break out of my funk.
My Mum died two years ago today. It is so hard to believe that so much time has passed and still hurts so much. Yet this blog and taking tea with my Mum have been a big help. And now I have an idea of where we are headed.
Since my Mum died, I have been on autopilot, just getting through my day but avoiding feeling. Binge watching shows like Queer Eye has helped keep me numb. Now, instead, I am taking tea with Mum and working on this blog. Autopilot is off.
This is what happened when my husband moved a momento of my trip to the Keukenhof with my Mum, AKA the Keukenhof overreaction