I lost my Dad June of 2023. You articulated the grief process so eloquently. I feel the same as a type A creative who always feels the need to DO. Your vulnerability is admirable.
Grief is so tricky! Your vulnerability in this letter is so admirable. Thanks for writing about this because it made me realize that I need to face something that I've felt comfortable just running from.
Although I am reading this now, my father passed 2-3 weeks after this article was published. I was never super close to him. A Jamaican man who left my mother when I was around 3. I had minimal contact with him over the years. He was a ghost while I was living, and now I mourn a phantom. I feel the grief inside of me, but there are swaths of time where I forget he was even a presence. It feels weird and empty. Like a door that only closes once a week, making a loud creaking noise, forcing me to remember it’s there. But what does that mean for the other 6 days where I have amnesia? It’s weird. I wish us both a beautiful grieving “recovery” or “plan” or “life.” Grief is personal. And the personal is what will help us go through.
I lost my Dad June of 2023. You articulated the grief process so eloquently. I feel the same as a type A creative who always feels the need to DO. Your vulnerability is admirable.
Thank you.
Grief is so tricky! Your vulnerability in this letter is so admirable. Thanks for writing about this because it made me realize that I need to face something that I've felt comfortable just running from.
I appreciate your comment and that you took time to read this. Happy that my words have a soft place to land with subscribers like you!
Although I am reading this now, my father passed 2-3 weeks after this article was published. I was never super close to him. A Jamaican man who left my mother when I was around 3. I had minimal contact with him over the years. He was a ghost while I was living, and now I mourn a phantom. I feel the grief inside of me, but there are swaths of time where I forget he was even a presence. It feels weird and empty. Like a door that only closes once a week, making a loud creaking noise, forcing me to remember it’s there. But what does that mean for the other 6 days where I have amnesia? It’s weird. I wish us both a beautiful grieving “recovery” or “plan” or “life.” Grief is personal. And the personal is what will help us go through.