A lot has happened since I’ve neglected this blog. The biggest change, however, has been within myself. It’s been two months since my mom passed. Sometimes, it feels as though it happened yesterday, while other times, it feels as if that day was so long ago. I realized that I have been numb for many months. Since maybe October or September or perhaps longer than that. I posted an account of my mom’s battle on my author blog . The business of dying weighs on the living, on the surviving, as if the entirety of the hourglass sands dumped on you. There’s the funeral, the casket, the cemetery plot, the headstone, the obituary, the ordering of death certificates. Then, taking her name off of things, most of which needed to wait until the state mailed the death certificates. Yes, plural. You have to give them places like the bank and registrar of deeds. Doing all this stuff takes a long time. And then, there’s the matter of telling the stranger on the other line what
With all that is going on in the country scandal wise, it is hard to just choose one on which to focus. But, I will try. This lack of privacy we’ve been joking about for years has become truth. Unbelievably, some are okay with it. They say it is necessary and all that rot. Fighting terror... blah, blah, blah. I have two words: Downward Spiral. Well, I do have more than just two, but I digress. There are those who say, “I have nothing to hide.” Is that the point? Do we need something to hide to want to keep our lives private? People do not install fences around their properties because they want to do something nefarious in their backyards. We want to choose what we share with others, not be forced to stand naked in town square. Well, at least that way we would know that we were naked in town square. The problem is that all of us are being treated like criminals. Unless we go to the airport, we do not know that every inch of our lives is being scrutinized. Our C