Grief is a hard process. I will likely never get over the loss of my mom. While I am grateful she is no longer suffering, I think about her endlessly and miss the sound of her voice. I am incredulous that she will not see my daughter grow up or hear about my new job teaching elementary art or be here at Christmas. But I also know that she would want me to thrive. So I have been drawing throughout the day when I can steal time from the toddler whirlwind. Baby steps for me and my daughter, figuratively and literally.