- I got an email from someone asking me what the "Process" was about. That was over two weeks ago. I kept thinking about the email and what my response was going to be. "It's another one of my hair brain ideas that the world isn't ready for". That's what I wanted to respond, because that's how I was feeling, but that wouldn't be professional. As I type this I still haven't penned the email to the gentleman, but I will.
- My sister and cousin came to visit on their way to the sun and beach. I looked at them sitting at the kitchen table as they were talking about getting older, feeling old and being old. I thought how much of a disservice it would be NOT to give them a black folder. I briefly explained the whole thing by showing them my own black folder to my now grown son, David. As I was showing it to them I noticed that the last letter to my son was dated April 1st, 2012 - a year ago.
Sunday, March 31, 2013
After people die those left behind keep finding "pockets of grief". It's been almost a year since my mother died. Her funeral was the day of my first The Black Folder Workshop which was cancelled. Well, I haven't really put dedicated action and effort towards The Black Folder Project since her death...then...two things happened over the past two weeks:
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