Walking, coloring in a disintegrating world

21 days since my mom died, and all I can do is color.

My mom died on March 22.

I spent the next 10 days helping to plan a memorial service and receiving mounds of food that our friends and neighbors sent. Mom was love. Mom was loved.

Today marks a full three weeks. This past Friday was the third Friday, but today, as of 2:15 a.m., is the third full week. 21 days. Some days, I sit in the corner of the couch, nudged into the space that my mom liked, and color the pictures…