Rewind...back up in time...I’m sorry for not being empathetic enough when someone I care about had lost someone they loved either through death or divorce.
I didn’t truly or fully understand grief until my dad passed away two years ago this month.
Yes, I told you I was sorry and I was. I told you to hold on to the memories and you continued to do that, as do I. But seriously knowing the pain? Nope, nada, I didn’t know how deep was your pain. Now I do.
You see, losing someone you love; be it through death or divorce (as that, too, is the death of a love story)is truly the most painful life event. I equate the circumstance to having a limb unwillingly removed. It was there; now it’s gone.
I loved my dad. It’s that simple. I loved him for one million little and big reasons. If you knew him, you know. I miss him everyday. I’m reminded of him everyday. I see him in small and big ways everyday. I still trust and listen to him and imagine what he would say/do. A sort of “wwdd” (what would dad do) sort of way. For this I am grateful.
It’s hard to go from grief to grateful, but you’ll get there. I did!