R.I.P. Pops 10/13/2020

I’m learning that grief is something that doesn’t ever recede or get easier. More so, it has become a constant presence in my life, which I like to romanticize as my father’s spirit watching over me, guiding me and protecting me. I’m learning to fold the grief into my day to day and use it to inspire creativity. I’m writing a book about Pops’ life, which feels like a posthumous honouring of the man and the legend. If you have any great stories about Bud please don’t hesitate to share them with me. I know it’s awkward to share about something so raw and vulnerable as grief over the passing of a loved one, but it also kind of feels like that’s what social media is for? Like the writing of the book, will a post breathe life back into the memory of the man? At the very least it will bring Pops back to the top of your timeline, if only just for today. He’s been gone for four years, but he is ever alive in me. xo