Though 2019 was wonderful for my writing endeavors, for which I am truly grateful and excited. It was very difficult in terms of loss.

The end of July found me contemplating the loss of both my Grandmother and my cat, Chino. My grandmother, in her 90s having broken her hip, which in my experience is the catalyst to transitioning into what comes next. And Chino, who had just turned 17, being diagnosed with cancer.

I spent the last half of 2019 filled with worry at my impending losses. It took me until about, well, now, to realize that I’d been struggling through those emotions.

My Grandmother passed on November 29th and Chino passed on December 6th (exactly a week later). I’ll admit that I’d never endured such losses so close together and it sent me into a state of depression and even worry. The worry lasted until my Chino’s ashes were returned home a week or so after his passing.

Two weekends ago, we laid my Grandmother to rest and she is with my grandfather. I am thankful they are together.

My life is fuller because of the love I shared with these two beings that had such a huge impact on my life. I will carry them with me always. <