Sometimes life happens and you see it coming from a mile away, more often you will never see it coming. The first important thing in this short, devastating tale, is that my dad was 1 of 11 children and I love all of my cousins we are a very supportive family. One of my cousins had a daughter, very long and heart breaking story, but she graduated from high-school while living with an aunt in Alaska (not her grand-parent). She decided that she wanted to come back to the lower 48 and live close to her dad’s immediate family (and far away from him) so one of my aunt and uncles decided to welcome her into their home and lives (not her grand-parents).

She was finding her footing, trying out different jobs, figuring out what she wanted to do with her life and generally just getting used to a supportive environment. She had just completed her entrance exams to community college, and well, given the past tense I assume you can guess what happened.

She was caught in a fight between her father’s beliefs that therapy, medication, and mental health concerns were not real, and her family, my aunt and uncle and cousins that she was living with, telling her that they all go to therapy and take any medications needed to keep them healthy. So instead of teaching a how to spin yarn class this weekend I will be attending a funeral. It is so tragic and senseless. I can tell myself that even if she had gotten on anti-depressants that likely would have triggered at least an attempt, but that is not really helping me. Everyone in my work and personal life is being very supportive and I am trying to be supportive for the family members that lived with her.

So my May has been a series of dramatic ups and downs. Going to H&H Americas, getting COVID. Getting my home finally cleaned up so I can get started on creative projects, going to a Funeral. I am certainly hoping that this is not an indication of how summer is going to go.

Remember to Live Life a Little More Abstract, and seek out mental health counseling. It is a sign of strength to admit that you need help and weakness to pretend that everything is perfect.