I know this isn't the type of post everyone was hoping for however it is that day of the year when my mind and body turn to mush.
I would of hoped by now being that it has been 2 years that the death of my father would become easier to handle his birthday. But it has not?!
And for some reason I can not understand why? I think about him every single day, probably in fear that I will forget him, forget what he looked like......I'm not sure?
Whoever said "time heals all wounds" was not correct or if they are could send me an email as to when this sadness will pass I would be appreciative because Im waiting!
2 comments:
I can so totally relate to this post! My dad died 2 years ago in April and it's still hard every single day.
This is one wound that never heals. I lost my dad more than a decade ago, when I was just 22. Most of the days, months actually, I go about my life as usual and then it strikes. The realisation that he's not around, that he wasn't a part of the most memorable moments of my life. When I got married, he didn't give me away; his cousin did. He never saw my baby, who feels clueless when someone talks about a maternal grandfather.
And, believe it or not, I'm beginning to forget what he looked like (shame on me), but I'm scared to open the photo album. It'll reduce me to a mess. Strangely, it's not the big things, but the most mundane ones, that remind me of him - like replacing the TV had he bought or going for a swim (he taught me how to swim).
As I said earlier this one wound never really heals, but it does get better with time. It's very hard to get over the loss of a parent. Hugs.
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