The man that helped make my mother died today.

I wanted to make something tonight out of clay. Something solid that i could hold to remember this day and this tragic news.

But I don’t have the energy. I haven’t done anything all day but bake and breathe but for some reason I can’t find it in myself to create.

So I will write this and make something tomorrow.

I never really knew him. But it is never too late.

(i’m here and i’m listening)