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. 

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5 Comments on “Fatherless, Shelterless”

  1. yogamum Says:

    Much love to you. I imagine I will go through the same feelings myself.

  2. eeabee Says:

    Thank you, yogamum.

  3. mastgirl Says:

    I am so sorry you have to have this anniversary and feel this way.

  4. eeabee Says:

    Thanks for your thoughts, mastgirl.

  5. Austin Says:

    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

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