Tomorrow will mark 1 month since my dad passed away from a short and brutal battle with cancer. He was only 62 years old. He was my best friend, business partner, mentor, and my hero.

I thought I was prepared to deal with the grief. I thought I knew how it would manifest. I thought I could avoid it. I've told myself repeatedly that I will turn the pain to power. I've been stoic as fuck. Composed. Getting shit done.

I was wrong. You cannot prepare for it. You cannot avoid it. You cannot create a mantra and use it as a cornerstone of your life. You can't busy your way out of it.

It is time for me to allow the forrest to burn. Time to embrace the pain.