Yesterday it was a month since my grandfather passed away. A month. It feels like it happened a week ago.
I am so grateful to have such a strong family to rely on and such amazing friends to distract me and keep my mind busy. Few of them know how hard I took this and how it affected me. Most of the time I’m such a hardass all the time, it was hard to admit that I’d eventually break down. Usually shit bothers me, but I let it slide, or I write about it or drink it away or just draw and then I move on, but this was not the case. It was hard. It is hard. [Insert ‘That’s what she said’ joke here] In fact, it still gets to me from time to time. But, like George, and the boys say, “all things must pass … “