My family is overwhelmed and grateful for the massive outpouring of support and kind words in the wake of Dad’s death. I’ve heard from so many of you on my Facebook timeline, in private messages on Twitter and by phone.
I’ve written a lot about these final weeks with my father. I hope readers have taken it in the spirit I meant to get across — that while grief and loss is hard, there’s also a lot of beauty in the journey.
It’s been a hell of a week between Dad’s passing and that of my Aunt Marlene, but I’m overjoyed knowing that both are now free.
All the love and support comes on top of all the support I got last weekend when I did the Boston Walk All Night Against Suicide. Thanks to all your donations I raised $1,670 for suicide prevention programs. The walk lasted six hours and covered 17 miles in the driving rain. I met some great people along the way and we were cheered on all along the route by folks standing outside bars and hotels. My feet hurt at the end, but it didn’t last long.
Some of you continued donating to the cause while the walk was happening, which was awesome to see.
Now we’re preparing for Dad’s funeral. After that, we’ll take a few days to decompress. Then we go back to work.
I’ll be back to blogging soon. Meantime, I just wanted to say thanks.