Still Trapped? I realize this is an odd question after months of major restrictions, but do you ever feel trapped? I mean […]
To say I loved him is an understatement. There was a soul tie that kept me tethered to grief and survivor’s guilt.
Then I began to dig deeper into the previous generations by recording the same dynamics. Soon, I had created a family tree of truth.
I sorta figured my latest article was going to grab attention. It did. Lots of attention, but I’m so appreciative of people sharing their heart along with their opinion.
I spent my youth doing one thing. Can you guess what it was? Well, besides sports of course. I spent it doing what most young boys do – trying to earn the approval of their dad. A few years ago I sat next to him in a hospital bed as he lingered in and out of conscientiousness.
It’s also why I’ve dreaded this day since she passed. There was never the natural grieving process that unshackled the hurt of loss to allow for the sweet memories of sharing this special month.