A new flower.
Braving this journey of grief and loss. Taking it on, taking it in, and eventually letting it go. Picking up the pieces every day. Trying to not be broken from this journey – even if it feels I will never be myself again.
My mom is in her final weeks – maybe days – and it seemed right to finally bring out the grey/silver flower for the Loch Ness Marathon – just for her. Marathon #23 is all for my mom.
I’m going to miss her.