Dad is sick. I am coping, supporting happily but when the world is quiet I am feeling this.
I cannot put down my love, appreciation, memory, and reality of what this man means to me. It is separate from the current reality of stilted conversation and stories retold and retold. Today is where I honor everything he gave me.
Grief happens before the final loss...I did not know this. I suppose it is a blessing that for me at 48, this is a new lesson.
My support system is solid, but I need a quiet corner. I hope that is normal and not a symptom of being walked off.