On the 11th, my family lost someone important to us. It's been nearly ten days and I'm still struggling, wading through the sorrow I find coming back to me in waves, usually in the mornings. That's why there wasn't a blog post last week. I needed to channel my effort into shaping words to express myself to my friends and family. I think I did okay. Friday was spent with family. There was plenty of tears but laughter as well as we all sat together. Saturday was a long day driving up into Montana for the burial, but something great came from that as well. I got to show my children a piece of their family history. They got to see where members of the family were laid to rest, were fortunate to get to see a piece of history in the way of their great great grandpa's gun collection on display in a museum, and seeing silos their great grandpa built still standing on the side of the interstate on our way to and from our destination as well as driving right over where one house their grandpa once lived in. As sad as the occasion was, it brought us all closer together as well.
Now, I'm determined to get back into the right mindset and get cracking on a Powder River Pack book.
I'll be back Friday with What Brooke Read.
Have a wonderful week.