Pamela Harris

Uncle Lorrie September 19, 2014

Last week I finally found my way into a project I've been writing. It feels good to be working steadily again. I've been doing this long enough to know that when I'm fumbling around it'll change and I'll break through, so I keep fumbling. Being in a groove feels easier than not being in a groove, yet then my brain buzzes with low level story distraction and I become bad company. I have to make sure I get out enough to keep air moving between my ears.

I've also been a bit of a weepy mess. Each morning as I go about my routine tears inevitably come. Granted - maybe I should have led with this - my uncle Lorrie died last week. The week before was the anniversary of my mother's death. And the week before that was the anniversary of losing our sweet Opal. Most of my family is dead and the only immediate family left is a sister I haven't spoken with since my mother's funeral four years ago. I feel too young to not have a family, so there's definitely grief in the tears. But in there somewhere is also a kind of intuitive knowledge that change is coming. I don't know what it is or what it looks like, but I can feel it.


So sorry for your loss. Guess you forgot about having your long lost cousin once removed on Sarah's side of the family in Miami, also known as Uncle Paul. How have you been? Sorry for my absence. Been super swamped with work lately, and spent a week in Brazil
and Peru. Sad to hear about your Uncle Lorrie. Sometimes grief becomes immeasurable, but a better day is just around the corner. Watch and see.

Paul Murphy | October 1, 2014 at 05:25 pm

Thinking of you and your latest blog post...all my love and hugs and kisses to you. - xoxo Beth

Beth Rooks | September 19, 2014 at 10:57 am

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