Tag: GriefsFirsts
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Surviving parent guilt
Since my Dad died, I’ve come across new things. Like crippling grief. Grief that looks and feels like 80 feet waves pummelling me, tumbling me, confusing and frightening me. Grief like that. Grief that – like waves – doesn’t let you come up for air. It doesn’t stop for a second so you can’t stop.…
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My 1st Christmas without my Dad
Daddy, where are you? I have to believe you’re okay, Dad. I have to believe you’re up there in a Heavenly Bar, smiling away and shaking your head the way you do when you’re happy. I have to believe you’re singing along to the songs playing in the bar and raising your eyebrows in interest…