My dad passed away last Monday.

According to the calendar, it’s only been a week. Feels like much longer. A month. A year?

I went home to Wisconsin last week to be with my family. My brother flew in from New Hampshire.

My mom, brother and I were together in our grief bubble.

Now, I’m home. The home that I’ve made with my husband and our 3 kids.

In moments, the sun will rise. Little eyes will pop open. Little feet will make their way down the stairs.

The bubble will burst.

I don’t know how my grief fits into the life we’ve made. This is all new to me. In between snacks and drop offs. Tantrums and pick ups.

I will grieve.

One of my favorite authors, Glennon Doyle, says “Share from your scars, not your open wounds.”

My wound is still fresh. I can still feel the heartbeat.

I won’t share more on here yet. There is so much to work through. Complicated grief, as my mom calls it.

I will be back later this week or early next week with regular content. It’s what makes me happy – creating and writing about mom life and sharing home decor and fashion. It’s such a big part of who I am. And I know my Dad would have wanted me to get back to it…