Mom's memorial was on Saturday. I was so tired yesterday that I felt like a limp rag doll. I miss Mom terribly, but I realize that life is half death too. Today after a morning of completing tasks for Mom's will I painted. Looking out my studio window is this old crab apple tree, just starting to bloom. I picked a branch and painted a small painting of this new life. For me everything is very raw and real. I both love and hate where I'm at. But, as Mary Lynn would say about life that everything changes!