Behind it All

That call that was everything and nothing. A call that ripped gravity out from under me. He had died. Nothing prepares you for that call, but you take it anyway. I hate that call and wish time and time again that the call could be taken back. But it s done and that bell, that horrible, loud gonging bell, will never be unrung.

I am about to share the darkest time of my life with you. What you are going to read is my most intimate thoughts during an exceptionally vulnerable time. A time in which I had my first taste of loss. Death. Heartbreak. The stuff movies are made of. By no measure am I a writer but, in putting words out there, I found release.