Life and Death Happens

I've been very quiet lately because my mother died on June 26th.  It's been three weeks since she passed away and I still don't want to hike alone.  I'm afraid to spend that much time with just my thoughts.  I know I will turn into a blubbery pile of blubbering just like I did after my uncle died, but only worse because this is my mother.  She was only 67 years old.  I'm in shock.  I did not get the grow up with her because my father ran off with me when I was 4.  Losing me made her start drinking more.  So in a way, my father killed her.

I took my girls up Mount Rose this week, here are some pictures from that hike.