Hi Lindsey, I too am a therapist and my dad died two years ago this July. He was 102 y.o. My mom passed 6 years before he did. I dreamt of both of them last night. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and feelings. Your words resonated strongly with me and I feel less alone in my grief this morning.
Hi Trish! You are exactly why I keep writing here. I am so so glad this resonated. Knowing it helped you makes me feel less alone in this grief wilderness. I love that they visited you in your dreams, thanks for sharing that 🩵
I'm so sorry for your loss, but this is beautiful. Grief is such a wild experience, and it's different for everyone. Thank you for sharing yours & being honest and open with your thoughts.
Hi Patty! Your comment is so sweet. It is so helpful to know that my words matter and are appreciated. (My mother in law died a few years ago - here name was Patti so anytime I see your name I get a little warm hug feeling!)
I’m so sorry you lost your dad Lindsey. I can empathize with the strange dance between wanting to stay in the sadness in order to keep them close, while also needing to push the sadness away in order to keep living. How it feels too much but also not real at the same time. I see you ❤️
Well said. Weird and forever are two words I would use to describe grief- especially of a parent. No one can understand how it hits you and why it rears its head at the most unsuspecting moments. It’s a deeply personal and individual experience- which is both beautiful and lonely. Big hugs for both the tears and smiles that will surface on your journey.
Sending love Lindsey. Thanks for sharing your journey with us ❤️
Lindsey it's so hard isn't it. Over the past two years I've also been floored by grief, while also trying to keep life just going. I never understood how I could be asked to remember to buy milk while my heart physically hurt. I wrote this piece the morning after my aunts funeral: https://open.substack.com/pub/moregooddays/p/the-sunday-read-everyone-needs-a?r=1urm2z&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=false. Hope it helps just a little.
Hi Lindsey, I too am a therapist and my dad died two years ago this July. He was 102 y.o. My mom passed 6 years before he did. I dreamt of both of them last night. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and feelings. Your words resonated strongly with me and I feel less alone in my grief this morning.
Hi Trish! You are exactly why I keep writing here. I am so so glad this resonated. Knowing it helped you makes me feel less alone in this grief wilderness. I love that they visited you in your dreams, thanks for sharing that 🩵
I'm so sorry for your loss, but this is beautiful. Grief is such a wild experience, and it's different for everyone. Thank you for sharing yours & being honest and open with your thoughts.
Hi Patty! Your comment is so sweet. It is so helpful to know that my words matter and are appreciated. (My mother in law died a few years ago - here name was Patti so anytime I see your name I get a little warm hug feeling!)
I’m so sorry you lost your dad Lindsey. I can empathize with the strange dance between wanting to stay in the sadness in order to keep them close, while also needing to push the sadness away in order to keep living. How it feels too much but also not real at the same time. I see you ❤️
Well said. Weird and forever are two words I would use to describe grief- especially of a parent. No one can understand how it hits you and why it rears its head at the most unsuspecting moments. It’s a deeply personal and individual experience- which is both beautiful and lonely. Big hugs for both the tears and smiles that will surface on your journey.
💛💛I don’t know what else to say other than this is beautifully articulated. I can feel glimpses of the inside of it. Thank you for sharing with us.