Monday, 16 August 2010 -- Day 239 (252)

I’ve noticed lately that when I think of Mom, I think of her when she was about the age I am now. I was in the 6th grade when she was 46. Those were happy times, 34 years ago. Mom was in her prime. During these past seven months, however, the only way I could envision her was ravaged by cancer, but recalling memories of Mom in this blog has helped me to remember her in happier, healthier times. Maybe that’s part of working through the grieving process by regressing through time to a point where we can remember a loved one w/ a smile rather than a tear. When they pass, they remain in that just-before-death state. Then as the months pass, those left behind begin to make peace w/ the passing, and we enter a time warp where we go back, back, back to happier days. Guess that makes this a new twist on "Back to the Future."