Angelicia Glaze

The Return of the Barn Owl

It was the winter of 2015 when I lost my father. I grieved heavily over him and suffered a tremendous pain. Both anger and chaos flamed thru my family like a wildfire ablaze, and we never seemed to be on the same page. We begin to grow distant then apart from one another, and it lingered like a bad smell in the air. As the months grew colder anxiety and depression covered me like a wool blanket, just like several other winters that went by. And it changed me in ways I thought would never change in me. I longed deeply for my father each day, yet I longed for strength even more!