Today marks the one year anniversary of my grandfather's passing. One year ago, I spent the morning calling relatives and relaying the news.
I thought I was prepared. But I was not. What I have realized over the last year is that I had been in a huge depression for several years. A downward spiral that was stealing my creativity. I was preparing not for the death of my grandfather, but I had been preparing my own death. Death of my dreams, death of my calling, and the death of my destiny. A slow painful death where I just let it go, without care.
A funny thing happened when my grandfather died. I wrote a blog post that was called
"Lessons From My Grandfather". You can read it here. In this blog post I listed several lessons I had learned throughout the years of my grandfather living with me. This blog went on to become a
talk and presentation and basically a battle cry from my soul. You see my grandfather didn't leave me in sadness. He left me with gladness. He left me a blueprint for success. A reset if you will. He left me with the gift of
HOPE and DETERMINATION.
