I'm a writer. Through my words I have learned to give voice to those who can't speak. I have struggled to give voice to the silent scream of pain that is shattering my heart and soul still.
Grief is not a stranger but an old friend, a compatriot, a bosom fellow, the proverbial thorn in your flesh you can never quite get out.
This is my journal. I write my thoughts here. But I can't really speak of this grief, not here. I hope, at least for now, you'll follow my words as I write my father's Swan Song
