Ever since my mom got sick over Labor Day weekend, I have been exhausted. I thought it was because I'm sleeping well, but I don't think that's it. I think maybe it's grief and stress.
I want to move along, move forward. But it hasn't even been a full month. My mind, heart and body have to do what they have to do to feel and process my mother's illness and death. I can pray and I can contemplate, but I can't speed it up. As my best friend keeps reminding me, I must take care of myself.
