It’s coming up on one year since my dad passed away. Even if I don’t want to think about him being gone, it looms around me. I can’t describe it, it’s as if your body knows. It grieves with or without your permission. You may play, laugh, enjoy food and times with friends and family. But this unsaid thing wraps itself around you.
I miss my dad so much it hurts to breathe sometimes. I really haven’t grieved his loss much because I’ve been trying to push through everything. Working in hospice is difficult enough, but everything else that has gone on there has made it even more tiring.
I look at others who have lost a parent, had children , worked full time in hospice and still completed their masters. I’m amazed how they were able to do it. I’m impressed by them.
I’m still trying to figure out my next steps. It’s taking everything to focus on this one class I’m taking. I keep thinking about my dad and how he kept taking classes. He kept his engineering license. It was important to him. Even if it was hard to walk into class. He wouldn’t take his cane with him, probably because of pride. I hope he would be proud of me. He was a wonderful man, my best friend, a great example. I miss you dad.