I haven't posted in a few months. It's been nice being quiet and I've had lots to keep me occupied (my job, creative things starting up again, weddings, petting the cat) and now here it is December 2.

December 2 is hard and special as it is the day that everything changed in the Reid family--the day we lost Dad. In the last 8 years, so much has happened and changed and altered and flipped that I can't even begin to talk about it, but I try every day to just do the best I can and be the best person that I can be. I try to be kind (I don't always succeed), I try to be patient (I am terrible at this), I try to be curious (while living in my patterns). 

I always take this day off of work and responsibilities so that I can rest and reflect and do what I need to do. Sometimes that means I treat myself to something nice and something just means I stay in bed and cry. Today has mostly involved the latter so far, but that's ok. I am constantly processing the events of these years and trying to find peace in my grief and mourning, and I am proud of myself that allow this space to just feel and be and do what I need to do.

I revisited this morning the editorial that Charlie Mitchell wrote for Dad after he died. It's really something special.

I'm grateful for my family, my friends, the life that I choose to live. I'm thankful for the memories of the laughter we shared as a family.

Peace to everyone.