Last week my father-in-law died of a heart attack. It was sudden and shocking. He was only 61. The event shook up my entire family and made us all completely reevaluate what was really important. It also showed how awesome a support system I really have. Between my 'real life' friends and family and my online friends and family I felt like there was someone there the whole time keep me and my husband afloat. And I'd like to say right now, that even the short notes on twitter and the virtual hugs meant a lot to us and gave me something to smile about each time I came online. So thank you. :)
Last night was the first time in a week that I thought about writing. It was kind of scary during the week, when we were still trying to organize the funeral and come to terms with what happened, that I didn't want to write. It's not that I didn't feel like it, it was more like the story had completely vanished from my head and I couldn't care less that it had. Considering how important my writing has been to me, it kind of freaked me out. I was afraid I'd lost it all and would have to stop completely. But then last night my characters seemed to reawaken and start nudging me again. I didn't write last night, but I plan on doing it tonight, even if it's just a few hundred words. Even if it's just a sentence.
Suffering a loss can affect people in different ways. It made me numb. It took away everything that inspired me, or at least hid my inspiration where I couldn’t get at it. Now that my family and I have started the healing process, my inspiration is coming back slowly. I’ll always miss my father-in-law, he was a great man, a loving father (and father-in-law), and a fantastic grandfather. But, thanks to all the people that love and support us, I know we will get through this together. Thank you all again.
~hugs~
