My Sister Norma

 It is approaching a year since my sister died, I spent the first six months pretending it wasn't true, the next six months trying and failing to accept it.  I miss her.  When I bring up her image in my mind, she is always giggling.  Like my mom, she in some ways had a difficult life, but always saw the light in the world.  As my mom once told me, "Oh, honey, the good times far outweighed the bad."  I'm trying so hard to learn that important lesson.

More Christmas Goods

 

Time to Create Christmas Goods

 

Bitter But Busy

 I decided to let it all out in my other post, but will set that aside to show what I've been doing.  I am pleased with my work, perhaps my angst is being channeled well.