Working things out?

I dreamed about Mum for the first time (that I can recall) the night before last.
It was strange because I don't feel there was a sense of good or bad about the dream, I just woke up feeling sad because I was thinking about her, but it wasn't a sad dream as such.
I guess my brain is slowly starting to sort through things.  I do feel at times like I have a spot of PTSD.  I get little flashbacks, particularly to that most awful time when we first realised something was wrong, and she was in such a mess...
But I'm trying to counter that with happy memories.  I found some old photos last night, it's hard to spend too long looking at them but I love to see her smiling face.

Leaving some things behind

I aren't ending this blog completely.  But I felt that as it had become some sort of diary of Mum's brain tumour and my efforts to cope with it, that maybe it was time to reboot myself with a new blog and leave this as a sort of memento - a message in a bottle? - as a record of that time. 
This doesn't mean I won't still post here because I'm still dealing with it, and will be for some time to come.
But a freshness of perspective is needed and you can find me being more - cheerful? Day-to-day? Philosophical? Mundane?! - over at Wordpress.  Still KizzieDid and Kizzie KizzieDidNot.