My name is Gribble! As you see in my handsome picture, I am a vintage 1980’s Lots-a Lots-a Leggggggs caterpillar who has seen better days. My girl adopted me when her mother brought me home for Christmas. I remember my girl was about as tall as me when she held me in her little arms. That was decades ago though.
My girl’s now grown into a woman who has also seen better days. Her name is Keani (pronounced K-on-E). She is a mother, widow, and is finally following her passion. Writing. Because I told her she has no other option. Being the wise woman she is, she gracefully accepted my not so subtle hint.
Why have I come to this extreme, you ask? (This is where you ask.) The past several years have been the most difficult of Keani’s life. My girl battled a great deal of clinical depression in 2015. 2016 made its début with a miscarriage, followed by the death of her husband, the death of her uncle, a move from Utah to Washington state, a period of homelessness, and a deeper view of the rabbit hole called depression. 2017 wasn’t much better with the death of her late husband’s grandmother and the death of her own mother. Then her cousin’s son was killed in a very tragic car accident in 2018.
Tragedy has a way of changing a person. The life lessons Keani learned during the painstakingly slow and frustrating process of “Moving On” were gained by prayer, soul-searching, hard work, and a lot of tears. I created this blog as an outlet for my girl to share her life lessons. Just like Keani, many individuals are trying to navigate the grief that comes with loss. Those things that have made such a difference in her recovery will be of use to others – maybe even you.
Don’t be confused though. This is my blog. She may be doing most of the sharing, but I will be supervising with expert precision. I am, after all, her oldest and longest friend.
Wow! This is one long post for a Gribble. Until next time!