Hi everyone. I've been thinking about continuing some of my stories, but right now I just can't. My dad passed away on Sunday, November 30th, at 6:57 pm, while holding my hand. He was my best friend and my biggest supporter.
Even though I knew this day would come, he had been on hospice at home and had gone through vascular dementia, four strokes, and so many other health issues — everything still happened so fast.
His passing was only a few days ago, and the grief is still incredibly fresh. I'm taking time away to mourn and to be with my mom, my family, and the friends who loved my dad and saw him as a father figure too. I know I'll return eventually, I have so many stories I still want to write; but I'm not sure when that will be.
Thank you for understanding and for giving me the space to heal ❤️