life of a georgia Artist

 This is a sign, or was, in the Newark airport. I don't know if it is there still as I am flying into Philly airport now.  I was walking by and turned to catch it, so it is a big blurry mess, but when you are running to catch a plane, you snap and keep running.  I grew up in New Jersey but always felt I did not belong in that state. I even asked my mom once if she adopted me from the South, and her response was, "Don't be ridiculous you look just like me." And she is right. I could be her twin.  My mom has been gone only a little over two months. The waves of grief come and go, and the tears keep pouring out. My heart is shattered. I know it will take a long time to heal it. I have read three grief books, gotten her words tattooed on my arm (in her writing) and I am on the fourth book. Apparently, reading about grief and tattoos on my arm is how I am dealing with this.  Have you lost a loved one? I am guessing you have. I am guessing you have had your own way of

 Living our best lives takes work. Living is full of potholes. There is poverty, death, and emotional, physical, and financial issues that are thrown into our daily lives. Every day is a struggle to make it to the end of the day. We fill it with whatever we choose, but sometimes life chooses for us. My mom passed recently, which you know, but since then it seems to me that the world is filled with holes that I keep falling down.  This is New Jersey New Jersey is where I was born and raised, but when I turned 18 I left. The reason is not important, but I left my mom as well. It seems distance did not keep us apart until it did. As I got older I could not go see her as much. Life, potholes, and money kept me from going to see her more.  Life is funny that way, you think you will do A and then W happens. I married a military man and we ended up being stationed in Germany. My mom and brother and sister came to visit. My mom twice as I had her first grandchild while living in Germany. Mom w