Painful firsts

Tomorrow is my first FIRST. My first Father’s day without my Dad. I can’t find the words to express to you how FUCKING PAINFUL this is. Dad…how can it be? How do I cope tomorrow? When you lose your Dad…breathing becomes very difficult…as if your very lungs are on fire. Your whole body aches terribly.Continue reading “Painful firsts”

The world is different without my Dad in it

I feel like even the air hangs differently without my Dad somewhere on this earth, laughing in his gruff, deep voice and shaking his head because he’s “chuffed” with something. I miss my Dad. Grief doesn’t arrive when I’m alone at home on a weekend where I can just cry. Instead, it gripped me tightContinue reading “The world is different without my Dad in it”

Hurting

Oh My God This is painful, Lord. Losing my Dad is the most painful thing I have ever experienced And it’s ongoing. That’s the kicker. It doesn’t end. It shows you NO hope of letting up. My Dad 😭 My Dad is gone. Losing my Dad is like losing the marrow from my very bones.Continue reading “Hurting”

Hey Dad,

I had no idea that one day you would just be…gone. I don’t remember meeting you, I was only 3…but you do. You told me that I was very shy and skittish and you had to win me over. I bet you did that by being gentle, sweet and kind. I have always felt safeContinue reading “Hey Dad,”

Navigating stormy, unfamiliar waters

I’ve been blessed in my life because I’ve never lost anyone close to me. I wasn’t aware just how special that was until my Dad died, you know. I get angry at God – my first experience losing someone in my life and it couldn’t be an old high school buddy, Lord? It couldn’t beContinue reading “Navigating stormy, unfamiliar waters”

Surprisingly, I’M the toxic one

I was stood in line at the Bakery yesterday in Maylands, eyeing up my favourite vanilla cannoli’s in the display fridge. Mmmmmm. Bob Dylan’s “Hey Mr Tambourine Man” started playing and before I knew it, my heart was aching and tears were rolling down my cheeks. My Dad loved Dylan. Since my Dad died, IContinue reading “Surprisingly, I’M the toxic one”

It’s been a week since my Dad died

It’s been a week since my Dad died. I’m always in pain. I’m always grieving. Some days I cry, some days I feel numb but there’s always a painful hole in my heart and when the wind blows – as it often does during Perth winter – it hurts like a bastard. I keep goingContinue reading “It’s been a week since my Dad died”

Where is my Dad?

It’s been 5 days since my Dad died. I miss him so much. Yesterday I couldn’t face anything. I couldn’t do any housework or gardening. Today I made the bed and feel like I have it in me to do the dishes and tidy the kitchen. I honestly feel like a psychopath. I haven’t criedContinue reading “Where is my Dad?”

The worst day of my life

I remember it as if it had just happened. Dad was in a bright blue tshirt. Dad always picks horrible clothes, bless him. He loves bright colours and garish, horrible patterns. When we travelled around the US almost 30 years ago (how is it that long ago?) I was embarrassed that Dad wore such brightContinue reading “The worst day of my life”