Two years ago, you’d be sure to find him sitting on the front porch, dog by his side, wagging her tail to the point of nearly falling off, anticipating our eminent arrival. It was strange to think that someone else was living in my dad’s house now. That someone else was calling it their home.
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Dad. If you can hear me, what would you have me do?
Days of deliberating, letting the stress of decision fatigue eat a hole in my stomach, were over. A new sort of hell was beginning. This wasn’t like all the other times my dad pulled through. It was time.
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Grief: A Mantra For Letting Go
Grief is not something we only encounter when someone dies. Grief is the process we go through any time we’ve had to accept a different reality than we’d hoped for. The greater the chasm between our perception of what “should be,” and what is, the greater the process it requires to let go.
