Tuesday, September 18, 2012


If he was alive, today would have been my dad's 65th birthday. Even now, five years on, I'm still a mess of tears and emotion in the weeks leading up to and following this date. People say that it gets easier, but I haven't found that to be true. It just gets different. The muscles you use to carry the grief get stronger and you just get used to having it with you all the time. And now, with a baby, the grandchild my father always longed for but never got, there's a fresh veneer of pain over this old wound.

So today, I'm remembering and drinking, just like every year.


  1. I'm so sorry. I can only imagine the grief, but you're right. Grief doesn't get easier, it just gets different. Thinking and praying for you.

  2. I'm thinking of you. It's so hard to pass those milestones.

    What you say about it not getting easier, just different - totally true.

  3. Thinking of you on the days following your dad's birthday.

  4. I'm so sorry for your loss. I'm keeping you in my thoughts. And I agree with you. We never get over the grief of losing someone we love. We just learn to live with the grief.


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