On April 5th, I lost my best friend, that seen me through life, from the day I was born till I turned 37. My Dad. Grief is amazing. It hurts, leaves you feeling nauseas, incapable to handle things as simple as brushing your teeth, washing dishes or bathing your children. You are exhausted at the weirdest times.
It has been almost four months now that dad is gone, reality is starting to set in. But, I also felt myself slide from the ugly grieving into just grieving. Is that called grieving with joy? I don't know, but I do know that there is more peace as time goes along. We are able to take a day at a time instead of an hour at a time. We feel more functional where as before very dysfunctional. We shut school down back in April. The children took there CAT tests... they done fine.
Every day my mind is flooded with memories of dad. And we have really been reliving that Wednesday in April that dad so suddenly died from Cardiac Arrest. Dad's Dr told me the other day that if there was ever a man ready to die, it was my dad! And yes, dad was ready to go Home!
More later...............
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