Well, I’ve dropped off of here for a while, but I’m determined to get this blog going again. I’m going to start with a pretty personal post. This year has been filled with some of the happiest moments of my life and some of the saddest. The reason for my lack of posting/creating new work can best be explained by this little outline of the past six months:
- June 7, 2015 – Jim and I get married!: My boyfriend and I got engaged in July of 2014 and were married on June 7th of this year. All up until that time, I was pretty happily occupied with work and planning wedding details.
- June 8 – June 14, 2015 – Honeymoon: Jim and I stayed in the U.S. for our honeymoon and went to Maine. It was lovely and we enjoyed a cute house on a little island there, seafood, whale watching and more.
- June 16, 2015 – Mom is Diagnosed: My mom was diagnosed at this time with an aggressive cancer. This would be her second battle with cancer and one that we were told would eventually end her life. But, the doctors seemed hopeful that with radiation and treatment, her life could be prolonged and give her at least several more years with us. However, everything she was about to go through would be one of the hardest battles of her life.
- September 26, 2015 – Hospital: Things worsened and we were forced to take my mom to the emergency room.
- October 6, 2015 – Birthday: We celebrated my mom’s 54th birthday in her hospital room, filling it with Dr. Who and Minions decorations.
- October 11, 2015 – My mom passes away: My dad stayed with my mom every single day and night she was in the hospital and my brother, his girlfriend, my husband and I were able to be with her every day and at the moment she passed.
So, it’s been a bit of an overwhelming time for me and my family. It’s made us ask a lot of tough questions and take a hard look at reality, (as I’m sure is common for everyone who witnesses a death). We’ve also celebrated the life of my mom because, well, she was pretty awesome. She encouraged everyone, always turned a situation into an adventure, loved well and was loved by many in return.
My family and I know we will see her again soon. To be honest, (and not to be dark or that I’d rush this along in any way), it’s the waiting for that time to be together again that is the worst. The realization and thoughts of how to use that waiting time is also now on my mind every day. Again, this is something I’m sure everyone who sees death come to someone firsthand experiences — along with the common realization that life is short and often even shorter than we think. We are so often in a comfort bubble of mundane routine that we forget what’s really going on until a death, shooting or terrorist attack pops our bubble.
Anyway, not to be abrupt, but I’m really terrible at spilling out and communicating my emotions verbally. Those of you who know me know that it’s a challenge. This is about all I can handle for right now. But for those who will listen, I just wanted to share where I am at.
In terms of my illustration work, frankly I’ve hit a point of little feeling to continue. But, I’ve recently attended a great event through a friend’s church and heard from a few artists there that have spurned me on a bit more to keep going. Also, I know that my mom would want me to continue. Even if it leads no where, it helps me and I know she always enjoyed my work and writing stories based off my pieces.
So, I’m going to close this out with one small little painting I did one day while my mom was in the hospital. As for my artwork, I’m going to keep moving forward.
Thanks for following!
Check out this blog post from my brother, Brent Yontz, about my mom and his climb up Mt. Whitney shortly after her diagnosis —> www.thehumantracks.com