In the months leading up to marrying Steven, I experienced on a deep level that family is a broken gift. It is something to be treasured, but also in constant need for the painful process of repair.
That understanding took on an even deeper meaning 2 weeks before the wedding when my dad died suddenly.
On our honeymoon, I read a biography about a woman trying to make sense of her broken, but treasured family as she watched her dad slowly pass away.
It prompted me to start writing about my life for 2 reasons; to remember what I no longer had, and to grow from the things I remember.
By the end of the honeymoon, I had one of my dad's old sketchbooks almost completely filled with stories and unanswered questions.
This blog in nature is for a selective niche of people.
1. For the those wanting to check in and see if I'm still alive in my hermit cave.
2. For those grieving the loss of Brad.
3. For me, to cement a depiction of the life I had into something preserved for my future family