My father died during COVID. Here’s what has helped the healing.
I lost my Dad one year ago today. And, if I’m honest, I’m sadder today than I was then.
I lost my Dad one year ago today. And, if I’m honest, I’m sadder today than I was then.
I think the pandemic has slowed us all down. Often, annoyingly so. But it’s also revealed a really hard truth that many of us ignored for a long time: Life can be simple…and still be good.
This Thanksgiving, don’t let the good stuff go unsaid.
“Am I okay?” I think it’s the most important question we’re forgetting to ask ourselves.
A few years ago, I endured three of the greatest pain points life has to offer: My father was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer. My husband filed for divorce. And I discovered a Big Lie that ripped apart everything I thought I knew.
We all have a go-to method of hiding pain. Maybe it’s food. Maybe it’s alcohol. Maybe it’s really good acting. But we do it. And it’s not to hide from the world around us. It’s to hide the hurt from ourselves.
My father died on a Friday afternoon in late March at the very beginning of the COVID crisis. Letting go and healing in months of isolation is what I would describe as macro-grieving.
We do this thing: We get really frustrated with ourselves. We thought we were past the pain. We thought we had transcended all the troubles. But we haven’t healed. We’re still healing.
I think shame is the worst of all enemies. It doesn’t matter what we did. And it doesn’t matter why we did it. Shame enters our heart and is nearly impossible to shake.
I once attended a workshop called “How to Make Your Comeback”. And, frankly, it was terrible.