This post (well any post for that matter) is well over due. It isn’t that I haven’t thought about writing. My pen is definitely my therapy….it has been for 30 years. I think I’ve been apprehensive to put thoughts to paper for fear that I wasn’t ready to release and inhale what I was feeling.
For the last few weeks I’ve been grieving the loss of my right hand man…my biggest supporter…my one man cheering section…the man who has set the bar so high for any man who will ever come in to my life…my grandpa. He passed away on March 30th and ever since that 6 am call I had been feeling as though my heart stopped beating also. Like I too had taken my last breath. Continue reading