I try and it just wont come.
My husband said "Write a post, get your head working." It's been a while. I think of my blog everyday to be honest, but then I start thinking "Nobody truly cares about what's going on in my life, in my mind". Then the truth comes and I remember. This wasn't about anyone else, it was about me, it was for me.
My Grandpa just died. It's sad, oh so very sad and yet happy at the same time because it was time for him to go home. His body is healed now and his mind is whole, but he isn't here.
Letting go is hard, even when it's time. I have been letting go of a lot of things lately and I know that it's good, know that it's right....it's still hard.