It seems I've finally reached 1000 followers on this little bloggity blog. It's funny how this was some grand goal for me - and that such a goal would occur today (more on that in a minute). No horns sounded. There was no confetti. But I'm still pretty proud of myself. The thought that a blog written by me actually has a following so great is astounding and humbling to me all at the same time. I appreciate all my readers and hope that I continue to deliver the sort of content that makes you keep coming back; I'd hate to be a disappointment. I'd also like to say a special thank you to those few who've been with me since my humble beginnings. Way to stick it out.
It's my next goal to get more involvement on the blog. More questions asked. More reader comments and stories shared. On that note, if you have any feel free to email them to me at firstname.lastname@example.org. Seriously, do it now.
Unfortunately, this momentous personal occasion had to occur to today. Today I sit thousands and thousands of miles from home and found out my grandpa passed away at home. He was 95. A prairie hardened rancher who just lost his purpose there in the nursing home. You just can't contain a man like that within the small spaces of an assisted living facility for very long. Perhaps, eventually, I'll write about him, attempting to capture his spirit within words and phrases. And I'll probably fail miserably. Right now though, I am honestly lost within the idea of him. I don't have him. I don't have any grandparents anymore. And here I am so far from home. What does one do? I don't know.