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Day 19: Veranda
Today would’ve been Maisie’s birthday.
She used words like veranda and nor’easter — always adding a little drama and flair to the ordinary. A sprinkle of rain? Full storm. 😂
We’re visiting her grave today for the first time since the funeral. I’m mostly going for my mom. This part of grieving isn’t really my thing, but some moments feel better to face together — especially while it’s all still so raw.
Maisie was a master of checking in on everyone, and I like to think she still is. I’ve been replaying her voicemails lately — her voice feels like a soft place to land.
Grief is teaching me something. Slowly, gently. I’m starting to notice how it wants to weave itself into my creative life, not interrupt it.
#ldoodleaday