That is what it feels like. This morning a purple sunrise graced the skies, then the clouds came, my mother took her last fighting breath, and it started to rain.
It was like the sky itself couldn't contain its sorrow.
My mother, Ann Margret, was an extremely strong woman who fought cancer for ten years but she never let it define her.
My sister and I are trying to be strong but it is hard. So. Damn. Hard.
I can only hope that we don't break under all of this. Everyone is marveling at just how well we have been handling this. Screw them. We haven't been handling this just rolling with every punch and quietly bleeding on the inside.