Eleven Years Ago my Mother Killed Herself on Mother’s Day (and I have learned so much)

This morning I woke up at 5am and did my morning pages. I’ve started The Artist’s Way for the second time, and doing The Artist’s Way involves writing three pages each morning. The pages can be about anything. This morning I wrote about the florescent blue sky and sound outside my kitchen window. On cloudy days the sky is always this Cerulean blue, and the water reflects the color onto the bay surrounding, and the trees and the sky and the water and the rooftops all converse with each other only in this color…