(A new reality?) So it’s a process. I’m not there yet, but then it’s a brave new world since mom died. She might have been amused by the pot. However, I did not make it for her, of course. I like to mosaic. I like a lot of things she had absolutely no use for. She was not warm and fuzzy…but she loved me and my brother and our family and taught us how to love. Reality now with a hole in my heart…but it’s supposed to happen this way… just like kids are supposed to move out and live their own lives. We’re not necessarily “supposed to” like it.
The next pot will be just me and what colors I like… probably pretty random, who knows.
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