Of All The Things I've Lost (Besides My Son, Of Course!), I Miss My Mind The Most.

Yesterday was one of those days.

I started looking for something and ended up rummaging through several other stacks, bins and hidey holes to find interesting and useful items but not what I was hunting .

It confirmed a couple of things: (1) I have entirely too much craft stuff; and (2) my mind is not nearly as sharp as it used to be.

I am a person who automatically calculates the per unit price of items, groups like things together and labels nearly everything. I used to be super organized.

It’s how I raised and homeschooled four kids.

But since Dominic ran ahead to Heaven my mind just doesn’t work the same as it once did.

I’ve written before about this phenomena: Grief Brain: It’s a Real Thing!

I really do miss the ability to remember where I put things, why I entered a room and what I went upstairs to get.

I did find enough of what I was looking for to begin working on a tiny project for my grandson, so that’s a win.

I’ll let you know how it goes.