I have to let my readers know that I’ve been slow to blog because my life recently took a very unexpected turn. It was less then a month ago my Dad suddenly died from a massive stroke. Since that day, I’ve been tilled up, turned over, and flipped inside out. And my grief, well, I’ve been wearing that for everyone to see, so much so that it’s been hard to even write about it. All I can say is that my Dad was one of my deeply anchored roots: a constant presence in my family’s life, a source of inspiration, and a really good friend. It’s not just me that feels that way, either. There are so many people who’ve shared with me how they felt he changed their lives in some way. Can you imagine leaving a mark like that? Knowing that you profoundly helped someone in their life. I’m so proud of my Dad’s accomplishments, his pioneering spirit, and his devotion to all of us.
Even in the midst of my grief I’ve managed to find some scrap of inspiration. The terrain looks different but I’m rediscovering who I am. After all, where the dirt has been tilled up…things will grow, possibilities will bloom, and life will, inevitably, keep going.