Wednesday, 7 September 2016

Ripples of Grief

My dad died on Monday 1st August 2016. A little after sunrise. Some time between 6.45 and 7.15, we weren't exactly clock watching.

He has been gone now for one month and one week, 38 days.

Tomorrow is my parents wedding anniversay. Would have been.

There is a lake of sadness inside of me that is just sat there. It flooded in and I don't know how to remove it.

I can go down to the shore of it and try to let some of it evaporate, but mostly right now I'm just leaving to do what water does. It's seeping into the cracks of my life finding edges it can smooth away, finding parts that seem solid until they're cracked open and fall apart to reveal a whole new cliff face.

Sometimes something happens and a wave crashes over me, I end up sobbing in a coffee shop . That's okay. These things happen. I wish I had some tissues though.

I've never lost a parent before so this is a new learning curve for me, it's going to take as long as it takes. There is no deadline and no bonus points for getting over it first.

I really miss you Dad.