My morning started like most mornings — I woke up, meditated, drank some coffee, spent some time with the kids…and then I got a text from my aunt that my grandfather may have passed away, that I needed to get to his house ASAP.
And the rest of the day has been a blur. I lost my grandfather today. The man who raised me like one of his own. The last direct ancestor I have. And it hurts, so horribly much.
I came to the cabin at the end of my day to try to draw something. I ended up getting frustrated with my warmup and called it a day. It’s time to rest.
What went well?
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