Dad, I love you…

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 



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