Moving and Mourning.

There's so much going good in my life right now.
I've felt like I truly, have not stopped moving in the past few weeks.
Working, and packing, and driving, and unpacking and working.
I haven't had a few minutes to myself to breathe.

If you know me, you know I get pretty anxious, 
and nervous, and kind of shut down when things become overwhelming.

Moving is so stressful, 
but when I lay down at night in my new home, I am calm. 

Tonight, I am not.

I finally am getting that second I've needed all week.
Y'all know what I'm talking about, right?
Your breaking point.
When just enough has happened, and the simplest thing makes you boil over.

My grandfather passed away this past weekend. 

He was very, very sick, and needed to go be with Jesus.
I believe he is watching over me.
The thing that is actually killing me,
is that I wasn't there to say goodbye.
It pains me to know that I couldn't thank him 
for giving me the most perfect mother, 
and godmother, and aunt, I could ever ask for. 
I couldn't thank him for telling my sister and I 
every single year that he ran over the Easter bunny,
or hit Rudolph on the way over those holiday mornings.

For being at every single occasion that mattered to me. 
For showing us strength in your weakest of days.
For loving us.

Poppy, I know you heard me say goodbye Saturday morning.
I know you've heard me talking.
I love you, and I am forever grateful for everything you've done for us.

Say hello to grandma, 
and everyone up there for me.

I hope, 
and I will continue to try to make you proud.
We miss you already.
I love you..


This post was really more for me than it was for y'all, and I'm sorry. But I wanted to say thank you to anyone who sent my family and I condolences and well wishes within the last week. We've received an absolute outpouring of love, and we couldn't be more blessed to be surrounded with the most amazingly incredible family and friends during this time. 

Thank you. 

Xo, 
K.