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.
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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.