Fatherless, Shelterless
a year today since my father died.
it seems more real somehow, that he’s not going to come back, that this wasn’t just a temporary change that’ll pass and things’ll go back to normal.
they won’t. or this is normal now.
I saw a scene between a grown but young woman and her father the other day on a show I was watching, and I realized that’s over for me.
I can’t quite believe it even yet. But I believe it a little more now.
It keeps raining. Shelterlessness.
Tags: death, father, Grief, loss
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April 4, 2008 at 3:20 pm
Much love to you. I imagine I will go through the same feelings myself.
April 4, 2008 at 5:18 pm
Thank you, yogamum.
April 5, 2008 at 12:03 am
I am so sorry you have to have this anniversary and feel this way.
April 6, 2008 at 4:34 am
Thanks for your thoughts, mastgirl.
April 7, 2008 at 4:15 pm
Sweetheart I am so sorry.
It is quite touching to read of him as your shelter. That is a new concept for me, to think of a parent as a shelter from a storm. No wonder you’d feel such deep loss as you’ve spoken of.
hugs,
Austin