Musings on grief - two weeks after my father died.
Tomorrow will mark two weeks since my father died. Even as I write that it doesn’t seem real to me. This time two months ago, he was going to work. We were taking day trips on the weekends to places like Montauk and Hoboken. He was playing with his grandson, eating his favorite foods, and enjoying life. I can’t wrap my mind around it. It’s like my brain refuses to process what happened. He was just here. Now he’s gone.
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