I was beginning to get anxious. Asking for clear cut answers and anxious for faster results. On the morning of my Grandma’s funeral I went into town early to sit down with a cup of coffee, my journal and a pen. The following is what flowed out as I directed the letter to that of myself
# 27 - The Lies. The Excuses. The Bullshit.
Just 6 days ago my Dad couldn't walk on his own and was not "there" mentally. He took a massive turn for the worse as his cancer reached 90%, but we were able to get him to..........learn of the bullshit lies we continue to hide behind and tell ourselves to avoid the scariest thing life has to offer......