Back in May, at the funeral of a colleague's mother, I began to cry and could not stop, already beginning to mourn the loss I knew was soon ahead. My then-boss, a wise and wonderful woman, held me in a tight hug afterwards, knowing, without my saying a word, what I was thinking. And then…
As I have shared, when Mama J moved to Louisiana I asked to photograph her and began this blog as a way to work through the emotional toll of becoming a caregiver to an aging/dying parent. I didn't realize it would all too soon become a vehicle for keeping friends and family apprised of her…
To read about our adventures from the beginning, start here: And Mama J makes 3 Next post: In-between
It's said that your life can change in a split second, or in the case of Mama J's New Adventure, seven seconds. Seven seconds. That's how long it took for me to take Mama J's dishes to the kitchen, to hear a noise, and to rush back to the dining room to find her on…
