I've created this as a journal of sorts. I lost my husband on Nov 1, 2013 and I am still in shock. And I want to talk, I want to talk about him all the time. I want to tell everyone what a wonderful, amazing man he is, and how much I loved him.
I've always used writing as therapy, even though I never used to share it much. Somehow being able to write gives me a lot of comfort, and perhaps it will help me heal, a little bit.
The name was derived from an idea we had about a business we were planning to start, one day. 64 for the year we were both born. Branches for the idea of nature, and growth, and reaching out. It seemed fitting to use it here.
About midway through December I spent some time merging the posts from my other coping blog into this one. Initially it was the means with which I shared my journey, but lately I feel directed to refocus it into a blog that will help me recapture some creative energy in my life, it was one of the things that my husband and I had a lot of joy in sharing, so it feels right to transform it a bit.
I suspect there will continue to be overlap, but here I will still continue to ramble, rant, cry, and try to make some sort of sense of what's going on. I'm still lost in my forest, I have a feeling finding my way through will be a lifelong process.
