As you all know, I lost someone very dear to me last Sunday so unexpectedly. Today my family and I laid my father to rest.
My heart aches and it's been hard to find my footing once more. It's felt like the floor has crumbled underneath me and I'm sinking, only held up by family and friends. I didn't just lose my dad, I lost my guide, my best friend, my conversationalist, and someone who enjoyed the stars like I did.
But if this week of grief and rememberance has taught me anything, is I cannot continue to hide from the world. I must live my life not just for myself, but for my father. My father loved the outdoors, thrived in it, and he loved people. I am told he went out with a smile on his face, a quick and painless end. He lived quite the life, so many people were there today in rememberance of him.
But I haven't live my life. I need to step outside my comfortable bubble here in my home, in my stories, and go live my own life stories.
I won't stop writing, but updates will be much, much slower. I'm not just doing this in honor of my dad, I'm also doing this for me.
Thank you readers for so many years of enjoying my stories. This isn't goodbye, I will still write, just not as often.