Recently, a new friend of mine asked me about my story…about my mother’s death and about my own cancer diagnosis. Â While seated at my lovely friend’s dining room table, all the time hand sewing a gift for my grandmother, I told the cliff notes version of my mother’s diagnosis, treatments, and death…followed ultimately two months later by my own Valentine’s Day biopsy surgery and my own diagnosis.
I cried….but I did not fully enter that space either.  That space of sorrow and loss still feels like such a black hole of grief and pain.  So much still feels missing from my life since my mother left.
I wish that my mother could see what I have tried to build here…what Lacuna Loft has come to mean to me. Â At the same time, without my mother’s death I’m not sure Lacuna Loft would have come to be. Â It is intriguing to me how these things in life evolve. Â How rebirth can come out of such loss and sadness.
