I always thought I could blog through anything. But when your father is diagnosed with metastatic cancer and is told that he has days to live, the whole world changes.
The possibilities of what could be, what might have been, what should have been. All shift.
Suffice it to say, this wasn’t the plan. We have too much life left to live together. He has an aisle to walk me down and grandbabies to hold. He is supposed to try to force me to go back to eating meat at least six million times. And it’s just. Not. Fair.
I’m not sure when I’ll be back, but rest assured I will be. He is so proud of this little place on the internet that I’ve created. And the last thing he would ever want me to do is stop.