Last night, the first snow fell at Mom’s house. I’m staying with her until she has her colostomy reversal surgery this Friday. In 10 days, it will be the first anniversary of my father’s death.
The snow is beautiful, but also is a silent and stark reminder of the sad events that have plagued my family over this past year. I wrote about this more on Cowbird.
Over time, I’m sure I will be able to enjoy the beauty and pleasure snow can offer, but right now, it’s just a reminder of difficult times.