Something happened this week that, if you had told me three years ago I'd do this, I'd have slapped your face. Wednesday was the 3rd anniversary of Daddy's death. I remembered on Monday that it was coming this week. Friday, I remembered it had been on Wednesday. But on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday I forgot all about it.
I think that's a good sign. I choose to see it as a sign that I'm letting go of my grief. Like a lot of Daughters of Divorce, I had an ambivalent relationship with my Daddy. which does not mean I ever stopped loving him. It just means we had some issues to work through. But in the last several years we had a really close relationship.
I still miss him, but more and more often now, I can remember him and hear and tell stories about him without crying.
Go over to my SoWk blog for more thoughts about this.
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Good going, Holly. It's tough losing parents and it takes a long time to grieve. It took years before I admitted having good times with my dad. Now he just seems like another victim of the conflicts he caused with my mother. I wish I'd known him better.
I'm glad you're progressing and healing from the grief a little. He'd want you to be buoyed by the warmth of his memory, and I think you are.
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