I turn 35 in two weeks.My father is gone and this year I will celebrate without hearing his voice for the first time in my life.
The summer has been surprisingly hard in my grief process--the holidays were not so bad--there were so many distractions. But when June hit and the school ended, grief smacked me in the face like a board.
My Dad is dead. I won't scour the Farmer's Market searching for the perfect Jersey Ugly tomato for him this year. We won't share tomato sandwiches for lunch. There will be no family days at the beach--no trips to his beloved boardwalk. I'll make an enormous batch of cole slaw and it will go unfinished: my Dad ate cole slaw like it was water.
And it is very sad for me.
Hugs to you!! Beautiful family photo
ReplyDeleteBig hugs. xoxo
ReplyDeleteAwwww xoxoxo
ReplyDeleteTreasure all of your memories :)
I'm very sorry to learn of your dad's death for you {new reader}.
ReplyDeleteMy dad died right after I turned 22 (I'm 39 now).
I will keep you in my thoughts as you embark on this unwanted journey...
You words written above are all too familiar...different places, different sandwiches, but the sentiment the same.
Time does march on and although the grief is not suffocating as it once was, I still miss him every. single. day.
All that to say, simply...I understand.
xoxox
Thank you Mrs. I! ( :
DeleteIt sucks. I miss him SO MUCH. I wish he could have met James. Big hug, I know what you are going through. The loss is so deep and primal.
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