Hi. I bet you've been wondering where I've been since October. I'm still here, lurking about.
On November 4th I lost my dad, without warning, a month and a day shy of his 76th birthday. He died at his kitchen table early in the morning. It was exactly how he wanted to go (on his terms) and I'm grateful for that. He was my biggest fan and I have never adored anyone more than him. To say that I miss him doesn't seem to convey the emotion of what I'm feeling properly. But I do; I miss my Dad terribly and I think about him every single day.
I'm doing my best to get life back on track while still taking time to be patient with myself. I'm slowly getting there and I appreciate you all being patient with me. Grief is a peculiar journey but I'll be back soon, I promise.