It has been a challenging few weeks. Sometimes it’s been outstanding and at other times I can hardly pull one step ahead of the other. The great parts were going to Atlanta, screening the film for Mrs. Carter, participating in the Forum and seeing my most awesome of old friends - Mr. Henry C.
But this last week I went to Florida and put my Dad’s ashes in the gulf waters where we used to go boating. It was beautiful and surreal.
Saying goodbye to someone you love who has died, is a process that happens over and over again, and each time it is just as delicately painful as the last.