Dad, I love You…
By Danniele Tammjarv: | International Mentor & Speaker | Humanitarian
Just as people around think that I should start getting into the swing of things, it’s hitting me like a Tonne of Bricks.
I’ve finally slowed down, I remember something and I can’t stop crying.
I think of something dad would find funny – he’s not here for me to tell him
I start to cry
Things that normally don’t affect me, I am affected by them. Some people treat let like I’m incompetent, I’m not, I’m heartbroken.
I often wonder how people get through their days when they lose someone. You think you know what you’re in for, it couldn’t be further from the truth.
I try to take each day as it comes, “try to get back to your normal routine”.
I feel like screaming when people tell me that. Nothing is “normal” anymore, what used to be my normal life is forever gone. I can never get that back, none of us can.
So now I find myself in Grief, in Pain, Lost-like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I don’t know how I’m supposed to be, I don’t know what is the right way.
What I do know is that this grief, I’m afraid to completely let it in.
Dad, I love you, I miss you, I wish you were here to argue with me, to make me laugh, to disagree and be proud of my decisions.
Love and Happiness