Sunday, September 28, 2014

Aftermath

I’m reading a book about grief, and in it, the author suggests that grief comes in waves. I certainly have found that to be the case since my father died. I can’t listen to the play list I made for his remembrance without feeling sad, other days, life goes on.  I thought of him on September 21st, which would have been his and mom’s 52nd anniversary. Today, I watched a movie with my mom and sister that reminded me of him. I have pictures of him all over the house, that of course, make me think of him.

But grief comes randomly, and I am not always at a place where I can express it. The holidays will be coming soon, and he will be in our thoughts and conversations.

Simply put, I will always miss him. This ache I feel may never go away.