Grief

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.

3 thoughts on “Grief

  1. 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

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  2. 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 ♥️

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