Some years are tougher than others. It’s been 30 yrs since my dad passed and this one sucked. Badly. Beyond being a scrooge and complaining about everything holiday-related, the I’ve-been-sobbing look just isn’t an award winning feature. No matter how “prepared” I am, nothing can stop the steam engine of grief. There’s not enough chocolate, or self care, exercise, or *gasp* coffee to vanish the feeling of loss. It sucks.
Grief looks different for everyone. This year was anger. Anger due to selfishness, anger from hurt, anger from words unspoken. Smiles don’t stop heartache. Sometimes I just have to sit in the pain. It doesn’t make me less or more than. It just means I’m feeling what needs to be felt. Tomorrow is a new day.
There’s no questions or comments here. Please know you don’t have to suffer in silence, or suffer alone. Always listening. 💜 Kel
(The post circa 1994 first appeared here at Running on Fumes.)
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