Let's Change It Up

So it's been a while since I've blogged, or posted anything of my own words. A whole lot of time has passed, as well as friendships, relationships, and life experiences. Thinking about it I see the potential for this blog as an outlet and in some way possibly cathartic. I'm going to change my focus from lacrosse, to everyday life, trials, successes, lessons, and celebrations. I hope that I can grow and maybe connect with others who can relate. To post about my life, is a dramatic change from anything I've ever done before.
So, obviously this blog is no longer a class requirement for college. I'm proud to say that I successful completed my college career and was the first member of my family to graduate with a bachelors degree! I can't thank my family enough for the support!
I started work at a small media firm, close to where I grew up. I was employed there for 6 months before the economy caused the company to layoff some employees. After leaving the media world, I found employment at a wonderful (and well known) private company just minutes from my home town. I started out in an entry level position, have had two promotions since, and received a 5 year service recognition this past September. My career has brought some of the most caring and wonderful people into my life, people that I am honored to call my friends even outside of the office.
I have spent the past nearly 6 years with a wonderful man. We have had wonderful times together. In October of 2015 on a mountain top village in Tuscany, he asked me to marry him. It was truly the most surreal and amazing days of my life, and I have never been so happy as I was in that moment. Just recently, he had a change of heart and called off our engagement. Although I feel lost, and broken, I have to have faith that we will both find love and peace. A piece of me will love him always.
My family has known loss these past few years. My grandmother, who I affectionately dubbed "the cockroach" due to her ability to come out of each of her medical issues unscathed, succumbed to her age and medical issues. She was a fighter until the very end, and the glue that held us all together. On her last night with us she lay in a coma, and I saw my grandfather cry for the first time in my life. He said to me that night, "I hope I did enough."  It was an eye opening moment for me, and a true testament to their love. He may not have always outwardly shown his love for her, but that night in that moment there was no doubt of his love for her. Nearly three years to the day, my grandfather took his own life. There was no note, no last phone call, no last conversation to draw any conclusions  from. Although we can't say for sure, we believe his love for her and his broken heart ultimately got the best of him. I miss them both terribly, and pray that they have finally found piece together.
Now that I've gotten sappy and long winded, I'm going to bring this entry to a close. I'm hoping to continue this blog, digging deeper into some of these topics in the future.

My grandparents and I, the day of my college graduation, 2011.