It’s here. Year 2. The anniversary of the death of my Dad. I wouldn’t say it’s easier this year but it’s different. I think part of it is that I know what is around the corner. Last year I had no clue that my pain in the area of death and parents would become so tremendous. I didn’t know that it would bring me to a place where the darkness could almost win out.
This year around the corner is the one year anniversary of my mother’s death. One year and nine days after the death of my Dad my mother passed away. So the days between August 17th and the 26th are ones I am just keeping my head above water so to speak. Oh let me just be honest, the entire month so far hasn’t been easy for me.
I didn’t know that the death of my parents would affect me so much. I’ve had issues with depression but only once in my life had it ever been at this degree. At the moment, today it’s been a good day. I got some very joyous news on the 17th which has kept the darkness at bay. It’s still there underlying but I can function without feeling overwhelmed. The joyous news doesn’t take away the truth, the hurt, the grief, the depression 100%, but it has brought me to look at things a little differently. To smile and focus on something spectacular.
Today my dad would have been 77 years old. He died two days before his 75th birthday. The birthdays have stopped. The tremendous hugs are gone. The hearing him tell me I’m “lookin’ good” is only a flicker of memory now. I have photographs, memories, and time. I’m grateful for the memories and the photographs.
Tomorrow will be spent with extended family. I’m looking forward to being surrounded by people that loved both my parents as much as me. I hope we can remember old times and make new memories they’d be proud of.
Today I celebrate the gifts that my Dad gave me. Rest in peace.
Grace is a gift,