Working on some new writing as I go through this season of grief.

The reality is, losing a parent with whom you did not have a good relationship has a whole host of complicated feelings. In many ways, I have had to grieve the loss of my father many times before he actually physically died. And at the same time, when he died, I felt his soul near me - his true essence that I haven’t felt for a long time. And my relationship with his soul was pure, but his human self, steeped in addiction, was almost impossible to get through to.

I feel like this is a profound initiation I am in, one that will last for months and obviously will have an impact on my whole life.

I appreciate everyone who has reached out with their words of support, I have not been able to get back to everyone but I read them all and it means a lot to me.