I’m stuck in my grief.
My sweet Dad went home to heaven 6 weeks, 1 day, and 16 hours ago.
And yet the world keeps spinning, groceries get purchased, laundry gets done, and my job continues to expect me to arrive with a smile plastered onto my face.
It’s like I’m walking around in a fog, slightly cognizant of those around me and irritated that they’re unaware of my pain. My heart hurts. I don’t feel happy. Instead, I feel like no one else gets it. Like they expect me to be over it.
I’m not over it. I will never be over it.
My Dad died.
I will never hug him again. I will never spend Christmas with him again. I will never be the same. I am changed forever.
My sweet Dad went home to heaven 6 weeks, 1 day, and 17 hours ago.
This is Me 
It’s hard, isn’t it? Mama was killed by a drunk driver (along with Grandmother, Aunt Phyllis, and two nieces) 29 years ago, and I’m still grieving. My sweet husband passed four and a half months ago. I miss them all so much I can hardly breath.
The only thing that gets me through is knowing I’ll see them again in the sweet by-and-by. And I’ll get to see Mr. Ritchie then, too.
It only makes Heaven sweeter.
I’ll be praying for your, Denee. Jesus will you through.
LikeLike
I am so sorry for your loss. xo
LikeLike
I am really sorry! My Mom and I were extremely close and she died 40 years ago. Every year i get moody and horrible because I miss her so much. So I understand so much. She died Oct.3 and I felt like I couldn’t go on. Pray & Faith had got my by.
Love, Brenda Kerns
LikeLike
I am so sorry that he is gone and that you are hurting. I wish I could ease your loss yet I know you must go through this alone. Soldier on, dear friend and know that others hurt for you too. Love always. Yvonne ♥️
LikeLike