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.
This Thanksgiving, don’t let the good stuff go unsaid.
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 once attended a workshop called “How to Make Your Comeback”. And, frankly, it was terrible.
The bathroom floor. Every week, this is now where I meet my counselor.
“I just want him to be proud of me.” They are words I think to myself often. It’s been one month since my father passed away.