On Thursday, May 3, 2012, I received the worst phone call of my life informing me that I had tragically lost my father. Approximately 24 hours later, I was in my car with my children, driving half way across the country to be with my family and tend to our loss. Since that call, my life has been turned upside down and I have been experiencing a wide array of emotions.
As I write this post, I have returned home in the attempt to go back to my old routine. I don't think the routine will ever be the same to be quite honest. I will just try my best because afterall, an instruction manual has never been written on how to deal with a situation like this. You just have to do your best to cope and deal with the pain. One thing that helps me is writing; therefore, I have decided to attempt to dive back into my writing. Things will continue to be light again this week and maybe next, but I will slowly be coming back. Writing is healing to me. It takes me away, but also allows me to process. Reading helps me to escape, but focusing has been difficult for long periods of time.
I guess I just ask you to bear with me. Be patient with me. It's a rough time right now.