So, I've been an orphan for 2.5 weeks. I'm finding myself very stressed and I am trying to make a point to do something nice for myself every day, even if it's just walking around a park with my camera.
Today, in a moment of bittersweetness, I received a letter - I won a grant that I applied for in January for international teacher professional development. With a teacher friend, we created a personalized plan to study literacy, media, history and art in Italy. Only 25% of the teachers who apply get it - and we got it. 90% expenses paid.
And I couldn't call my mom. Mom knew about it - I applied about the same time she was diagnosed. She asked me to get her a blessed rosary from the Vatican if I get it. I'm still going to get her one, and I'll bury it at my parents' gravesite.
Sweet because I was really hoping I'd get it. Bitter because of my mom. Some of my excitement has diminished.
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