For someone who loves to think and write, the past six weeks seem to have been in this forum devoid of thought. Interestingly enough I haven't struggled with what to write but instead with sorting out the many thoughts and feelings I have been experiencing.
On August 19th my father passed away. His eulogy was the last thing I wrote and just six days later my former father-in-law who I loved very much also died. Since these deaths I've been consumed with thoughts on life, friendship, fathers, the end of life, loyalty and what we mean, if anything to one another. No humor in that paragraph, sorry folks.
Grief comes in strange ways. In my dad's last full day I cried a lot at witnessing his struggle but strangely after that the tears just stopped. In shock, I think we move in autopilot getting done what needs to happen until we are strong enough to start feeling again.
He would want me to think and feel and I'm ready to do that again. There are lots of stories to tell and lessons to explore. After sitting on the curb for a few weeks, I'm back on the road.
