Today is March 5th and for the first time I feel a great sense of loss today. Before I felt joy and eagerness. Yesterday I would’ve been in my kitchen mixing up the ingredients for my homemade pie crust and working on the lattice work to put on top of the cherry pie. But this year there is no cherry pie and I don’t think I’ll ever bake another one ever again. Today would’ve been Pap’s 89th birthday. He passed away last August and even though it’s been almost seven months my heart is still healing. This was the grandfather who I’d go camping with every summer to Dollywood. If you were to ask me to describe this man I’d tell you he was independent, proud, and supportive. He always wanted to see his grandchildren succeed in life and he was always proud of all of us. I’ve been dreaming about him, Mam B and Pap G here as of late. I think that’s because this writing challenge has had me thinking of them more and more. What was once a day of celebration it’s now a day of remembering for me.