My Beloved Dad and Me
Recently, my family celebrated my beloved uncle’s birthday! This is my dad’s younger brother, not youngest. My father was one of three. He passed away suddenly 17 years ago. Those who loved him miss him greatly. I do too, just that I have to (or choose to) suppress it so it doesn’t take over. For years, my dad’s relatives and close friends would say how often they thought of him and I’d realize he was in their minds more regularly than mine. But how was I supposed to manage that devastating loss while keeping up with the workaday world? Well, I'm grateful to say that this past year I’ve made leaps and bounds in being able to think about my dad and have him consciously in my mind and heart. It’s been part of my healing journey. Healing from his sudden loss when I was 21 as well as healing from the loss of my true self when I was around the age of 5 or so—it’s all intricately woven together. Now I think of my dad often, tell him stuff about my life. For the first time in seventeen years, he is an active part of my life.
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