It was 2007, I had just moved to the US, when I received a call from my brother: My grandfather had died. I was his namesake, and his favorite grandchild. People always told me how much I came after him. He was a larger than life character, always believed that I was special, that I was destined for greatness. I had learned so much from him, and now he was gone. I felt terrible. And then somehow, I felt the desire to write him a last, final letter. In this episode, I re-read this letter for the first time in many years.
Shownotes: https://steliefti.com/papou/
Connect with me:
Ever wake up and think of all the things you gotta do, and it just destroys you? I can't tell you how many times...
There’s a part of me that’s resurfaced recently that I haven’t had to face in months. It’s the part of me that is relentless...
This might just be the most uncomfortable piece of content I've ever published. I recently had a lousy day, and captured my mood and...