I miss my dad. He died in July, horribly. It was traumatic and he must have been terrified. I really thought he would pull through, so when he didn’t it was earth shattering. Sometimes I forget that he’s gone and then I remember and it’s like all that grief all over again, yet other times it feels like it was so long ago. I was 5 months pregnant. Covid took 18 months from us, I’d not seen him since dec 19 as he was vulnerable. I have no regrets as to how I was in his last moments. But I’d give anything to have our time over again and to call him and joke around with him again. Friends avoid me, grief makes them uncomfortable. No one to talk to, so I’m just posting here. I made it though by not thinking about it or him, the grief would have been too much but now no one wants to talk about him as a real person, it’s like he never existed.
No point to this post really just
to anyone who’s lost someone they love.