I am beginning to understand that grief is forever. That both sucks, and is okay, because as you know, maybe you'd forget them if not for those waves of love and grief. 1986. One day, it'll be thirty years since Dad. If I live that long. How old were you when she passed?
I was 39, and I felt like a child who just lost her mother. Never ready for that, are we? And I don't think we should let the grief go. I think that is a way of honoring them. It doesn't have to be a cloud in our lives, but it can be their presence.
This bout of grief knocked me fucking sideways though.
I am sorry, but I know him because you write about him, because your grief brings him into the present, among us. How you do honor him, and keep him present.
I am beginning to understand that grief is forever. That both sucks, and is okay, because as you know, maybe you'd forget them if not for those waves of love and grief. 1986. One day, it'll be thirty years since Dad. If I live that long. How old were you when she passed?
I was 39, and I felt like a child who just lost her mother. Never ready for that, are we? And I don't think we should let the grief go. I think that is a way of honoring them. It doesn't have to be a cloud in our lives, but it can be their presence.
Yeah, I call him 'Ghost Dad' and am quite grateful. This bout of grief knocked me fucking sideways though.
I am sorry, but I know him because you write about him, because your grief brings him into the present, among us. How you do honor him, and keep him present.