The Next Right Thing

Advice given by a rock troll in a Disney movie is seldom, if ever, taken seriously--until it turns out to be 100% right.

It took almost seven months after my mom's passing for me to admit that I need time to process my anger & grief about her death.  In fairness to myself, I'd already been grieving for a very long time that dementia robbed my family of her, & robbed her of many rewarding experiences!  Her medical/mental state deprived her of the full enjoyment of such things as:

*the childhoods of her three youngest grandchildren

*the weddings of her two eldest grandchildren (even though she attended both)

*the high school & college graduations of her second granddaughter

*ANY of that granddaughter's term as Grand Worthy Advisor (a HUGE deal--my parents met through Masonic youth activities & Dad later became Worthy Grand Patron, with Mom traveling at his side!)

*the births of her great granddaughter & great grandson

So now that she has been gone for the past seven months, I find myself tasked with doing "the next right thing," as Kristen Bell sang in Frozen II.  The right thing for ME is, to focus...on ME.

Wish I had a granite troll to talk to right about now...I could use some time in my native part of the country, stroking moss on a rock (even though it'd never come to life & give me advice like Pabbie!).