2 weeks before Steven and I got married, my dad died suddenly. 

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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. 

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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.