Where It All Began

I’ve come to realize this story I call life has been split into two parts, acts if you will (I guess this might be a normal part of growing up, when your life begins to change so much you can distinguish it into separate pieces). The first phase: birth to August 6, 2006, the second: from that very day to the present. You see something happened on 08/06/06 that turned my life upside down, I found out my dad had had a heart attack and died at the young age of just 44, I being only 19. I may not have had the ideal, dream relationship with my dad but I was his baby and somehow he was still my hero and I have never felt anything quit like the grief that struck me from this loss. I feel this is where I must begin for this is where I’m still at. Of course I’m not the same person as I was that day; in fact the year following that day is very much a blur. I’m at the end of the second year, what I have been told is harder than the first due to the shock finally settling in and I would have to say I agree with those others. Maybe not so much that it’s due to shock but then again maybe it is the shock just not how I or anyone would really expect but I will get to that later. This past year I can say has been an incredible journey. That is why I want to share what I have learned from these experiences for I now believe a person can’t experience grief without a change occurring within them. All I can say is this is my story and it’s a story to be told. I really haven’t said much of the journey to many people so here it is for anyone who desires to read. There are many chapters and titles, each with their own purpose and point. I probably won't be able to cover it all but here are my experiences, my changes, my laughs, my cries….my journey thus far. Allow me to catch you up in the story...