Tomorrow will be the date of anniversary for my dad's passing. I don't like the word, however it's not easy thinking of a more fitting term.
It's not fun being without a parent, especially on reminders like this. I find it even more harrowing as I've gotten older and became more aware of the circumstances surrounding his death. I hope that anybody who is struggling with mental health here can seek a healthy outlet or find solace through professional help. My dad could not find that comfort in his life.
Despite him being gone, his flowers he had taken care of bloomed a beautiful pink color.
Goodbye Dad.
I'm sorry that you don't have your dad near you. /hugs you He is there though, he lives in you as his son, and in the hearts and minds of all the people he touched in his life. Sometimes, even when you can't remember things yourself, the memories that others have are a way to share some of the happy moments with you too.
I can't remember my grandad, because I was too young when he died, but family have told me so many good stories, that it does make him feel not so faraway sometimes, and the stories that are goofy honestly make me smile like tales featuring his dogs or his favorite part of a movie, and I feel that love and warmth, just looking at photos of him holding me as a baby, and seeing things that were his like his baseball or old clothes. The flowers that your dad grew coming into bloom right now can be a nice reminder of his presence and the beautiful parts. The hydrangeas truly are breathtaking, and it was touching to read your post.
I want to thank you for sharing something with personal, and also for sparing a thought for others, even though this is not an easy time for yourself, and encouraging anyone who might be struggling to seek mental health support.
I want you to know that I'm thinking of you, let me know if I can help, if this week gets tougher. Adding father themed-Cyndaquil art, all love and kindness your way friend.