Two days after burying my dad I found myself in my grandpa's apartment surrounded by distant family, and people I barely knew.
My world was upside down. I felt so alone.
Aside from the shock of my dad's sudden passing, something else was weighing heavily on me.
Just two weeks prior, I came out to my dad after keeping it a secret for more than 20 years. Now he was gone.
And I wondered...did anyway else know? Did he tell any of his family? Or my grandad?
My fear of isolation, and of being perpetually misunderstood, juxtaposed with the desire to bury yourself away, is what lead me to write Holding Up the Sky.