I lost my dad one year ago today.
I’ve spent the last 12 months, day after day, trying to figure out how to incorporate his lessons and his memory into my every action and thought. I’d much rather figure out how to go back in time and save him, but I can’t. The idea that grief isn’t just a moment, but my new normal, has been an excruciating concept to grasp.
However, this note he once wrote reminds me I can still make my mom laugh, still make my journey exciting, still make him proud. Only now I can’t share new stories with him anymore, as he’s already living them alongside me.
I’m struggling, Dad, but you know I’m okay. I love you. I miss you.