I know this grief thing is a bunch of peaks and troughs, but damn is it hard. The last month or so, in particular, was difficult; in fact… one of the most difficult since you left, 1 year and 4 months ago. Maybe it’s the lack of sleep because Aaira is teething? Or.. maybe it’s… Continue reading This grief thing…
Without meaning to, I have been digging life’s building blocks; relationships I held/hold, purpose, passions, behaviour, personality, and my way of thinking – questioning everything. Grief is draining, that’s a fact. But, there was more to the emptiness.
Clearing my throat and shaking the tears out of my voice, I calmly asked the consultant a few more questions. Irrelevant questions. I knew the answers already, but I wanted Papa to hear my steady voice. I wanted him to feel some comfort. If that was at all possible.
And no matter what anyone tried to say to me, whatever hope they tried to give me, I knew. I just knew deep in my heart that every moment from that point on was precious.
4th May 2021 The truth is, Papa you weren’t just my Dad. You were my best friend, my protector and guide. Yes, you provided and disciplined like a father is ‘meant to’, but the love you gave me - that unconditional love – it was unique. Simply one of a kind. Growing up, you made… Continue reading Papa and I: A father daughter thing
‘I remember, as a child I always liked to lay on your chest. Why? To listen to your heart beat. My Papa’s heartbeat. Strong. Unmoving. & Powerful. Just like you. I would laugh and tell you how I could hear it, loud and clear. You would smile, put your hand lovingly on my head and… Continue reading Dear Papa