Since I last posted here, things have changed so that my world is one the old Rachel would not even recognise.
The thing I feared most has happened and my mother has died on March 21st, 2019.
I am a grown up orphan. A grown up orphan with a form of epilepsy. I have been sharing the pages of my story as I turned them over on Instagram, but I feel like I need to come home.
Home to my library of life stories on the internet here on my blog.
I will no longer get letters in the mail from my mom letting me know she had read my blog. However, maybe you will read it. And I have missed that community.
Welcome home, Sesame.