Last Wednesday Stella's Grandpa Steve on her dad's side of the family passed away suddenly. Sure he was 93, but it was a surprise and it has saddened me to the core, not only in that I will miss him, but he was such a great grandad to Stella.
His funeral was today. Stella has been up in Seattle, staying with me, and she has cried and cried and let it all out which is good.
It's sad. I'm sad. Truthfully, I feel really beaten down emotionally.
And yet the day after tommorrow I leave for Astoria to go see Stella graduate from high school! She's won a national Thespian award! She has done stellarly. I am so proud of her.
I want to transition out of grief and into happiness for Stella.
I seem to be stuck in a real funky blue though.
I wonder personally, how tough can I be?
Can I be tough enough? Will tommorrow be another day with a new possibility for a better outlook?
I've never doubted this before, until now.
Thanks for listening. Any extra toughness you can send my way, please do.
H
