When I think about my tribe...

When I try to sit down to write about my sister or my mom I feel a heavy layer of emotion. I wonder if my sisters death is just too new still.  Mom has been gone ten years but Kym not even a year yet.  I want to write and remember but I feel a lot of guilt, a lot of time fumbling through a lot of mud that won't let the words flow the way they need to.  Someday when my wounds aren't so fresh with grief I will sit down and write the book about this part of my tribe.