My parents both passed away in 2010. Today is my dad's birthday, he would have been 90. If I close my eyes, I can hear mom singing her "You're much older than I" song that she would taunt him with. He was 15 days older than her.
I had a full-on break-down last week. I sat and sobbed because I missed both my parents immensely. You'd think after nine years I would have a grip on grief, but it comes in waves. You never move on, it's always there. You live with it.
My niece posted a video about moving forward with grief recently. I had seen this video before she posted it, but it was exactly what I needed.
Most days, I'm good. Then there are those days when you want to be comforted by the people who have shown you love no matter what. That infused you being with their humor, quirks, and sense of being.
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