Breaking Up Houses

This is awful.

I spent spring and the first bit of summer painting, preferably from our dock or the canoe. My mum died in April and painting is one of those escape type things like reading where when you are doing it, both you and time evaporate. But for the past few weeks, I have had to step out of my water world and deal with a different world, one of memories and thousands upon thousands of small decisions. We worked hard to make it so our mother could remain in her own home, but the downside is that the losses continue heaping up after the initial great one of the death itself. I wish we could hang on to the house and all its treasures but we just can't.