Still miss you every damn day, Dad.
I keep wanting to write a blog post about grief, about my experience with it. I put it off every time, for countless reasons. It’s not happy. It’s too hard. I have nothing new to shed light on. I’m not an expert.
Those are all terrible reasons not to do something though. My story is my story, and no one else is going to be able to tell it but me.
Today is not that day though. Right now I’m nursing my arm and my heart. I will do something small to honor his memory, and when I am ready, I will write about grief.
But today is a day of love and remembrance, in the face of loss and heartbreak.