Missing Dad

A good friend asked me how I was managing my grief during this period.

It’s been six years since my dad passed away and sometimes it stings and sometimes it doesn’t. Lately, though, I haven’t really thought about it until now . . .

My dad visited me in a dream last night, and it was pretty amusing. He was being interviewed by a friend while we were abroad and he fell asleep. Jet lag. Which honestly made me laugh and remember all our travel experiences together.

Then the dream transformed into a scene of Gilmore Girls (a guilty pleasure that I have been rewatching/binging on for the past few weeks) where the grandpa was in the hospital and in my dream it played out that Rory was crying over her grandpa and he heard everything. It made me think of my grandpa and I woke up crying.

And suddenly, my heart ached for my daughter. She will never get the chance to know a love with her grandfather, like how I had with mine. And the water works poured out of me.

Grief really hits you unexpectedly. It’s not something you can plan ahead for or allocate the time for. It just happens.

There’s not much I want to say in this post as this is not a typical post.

But all I wanted to say was how much I miss you, Dad and how much I wish you were still here.

rebeccanne