Hello friends and happy New Year!

I apologize for the extended delay…I’ve missed you all so much!

What started out as something a little minor ended up growing into several more serious things that kept me from writing.  Some days it was physical pain that kept me away. Other days it was emotional…not so much pain as just emptiness.

I always tried to keep Nordy’s Garage uplifting but at the end of 2017 I was having a tough time and I didn’t want to carry that over to you all. Then I realized that part of the reason I started this blog was to be open and honest and let others know that when they were going through something they weren’t alone.

My absence started with traveling. I went to visit my daughter before she moved further away and got very busy in her new life, then shortly thereafter I went to visit my mom who has been sick.

Then I got injured. That injury (in my back) caused me to have trouble sitting for long periods…who am I kidding…. sitting at all. I struggled through work (I have a desk job) and by the time I got home the last thing I wanted to do, or even could do was sit and write.

I was going to the doctor for treatment up to 3 times a week. My injury started to heal where I could sit for longer periods of time and I took a trip for my birthday. Then my mom got sicker…. came very close to losing her life so I traveled to see her once again.

Other things happened in between all of that and it caused me to slip into a quiet place by myself. Some people that I was incredibly close to grew distant and I found myself more alone. And I didn’t want to write. I couldn’t write. I didn’t know what to say.

Recently there was another tragedy that I faced. My longest known and best friend lost her son. I found myself so empty that I couldn’t even pray anymore. It’s not that I lost my faith but more like I had nothing left to say. I just existed. So, I asked a friend to pray for me. The morning I asked for prayers I physically felt them. God was keeping me going. No matter what, He’s always faithful.

So now it’s been a few days and I’m still struggling. I won’t lie about that. I’m struggling with several things actually. But today I was able to mutter a small prayer.

I’m still hurting, a little physically, more emotionally but I know I’ll get through even though most of the time I just want to cry and break things. But I recognize that as the grieving that I’m going through for the loss of several things.  I’m letting it happen though and embracing it so I can heal.

I guess that’s my message…. life; feel it because you can’t stop it from happening. Just don’t lose yourself or your faith in it.

As always, and maybe especially now, be kind to one another. Say I love you. Hug. Live.