I made a promise to my grandfather many years ago that I would share his story. The problem was, I didn’t know his story. He passed away and he never shared a word about it. I know this might sound a bit strange, but this didn’t deter me- a promise is a promise- and almost 10 years after I made that promise, I was on a yoga mat in childs pose at a weekend retreat when I heard his voice telling me “It’s time.  Stop letting your self-doubt and fears get in the way, just write.  Share our story.”  It was then I realized that he wanted me to share OUR story- the story of our relationship and how my struggles in many ways mirrored his and that by sharing OUR story, we might hope to help someone else along the way.