A Look Forward to 2025

 2024 was a sad and profound year. In August, my mom Marilyn died at the age of 87. You can read her obituary here. She led a beautiful life, divided between family, volunteering, and religious devotion, with a strong contemplative practice. She had Parkinson’s and dementia, and I am thankful that my sister Lisa was able to take her into her home. It was difficult to witness both my mom’s dementia and the slow transition of death, and even more difficult to let her go. Even now, I still catch myself trying to give her a call to check in. I am glad I got to be there, to be a part of the process. Now, I have the strange sensation of being unmoored, carrying the past around with me even as I work to find the ground beneath my feet. …