Catherine Connors is a mother, writer and recovering academic who traded the lecture hall for the playroom and discovered that university students and preschoolers have much the same attention span. She still dips her toes into academic waters by writing the occasional scholarly article about the place of motherhood in Western philosophy, but mostly now she changes diapers and wipes noses and indulges in long reflections on whether Yo Gabba Gabba is a harbinger of the decline of western civilization. Oh, and she blogs: in addition to Bad Mother blogging at BeliefNet, she is, among other things, the author of HerBadMother.com, Managing Editor of MamaPop, moderator of Her Bad Mother’s Basement, co-founder and co-editor of WeCovet, Contributing Editor at BlogHer, and (deep breath) founder of and contributor to Canada Moms Blog. And in her spare time… oh, wait. She doesn’t have spare time. But she’s okay with that.
My father died last week. My Dad, who I loved so very much, who I will always love so very, very much. We still don’t know when or how, exactly – he was alone, and the circumstances of his death are, for the moment, more or less unknown – and that leaves us in a sort of purgatory, until tomorrow, anyway, until after the weekend and the world resumes its business and we can turn to those whose business is death and seek answers. But for now all we can do is grieve, and begin the long, arduous process of sorting out his affairs, and leave worrying about the mystery surrounding his death until tomorrow. Tomorrow. I long for tomorrow, and I dread it.
The grief will be no less acute tomorrow – I expect it to worsen as we learn more – but at least there will be more to do.