Five months…..

Five months…..

Today marks five months since I last heard my dads voice, got to see his face and kiss him goodnight. The past five months have been the hardest of my life.

I’ve been on a rollercoaster of emotions that has seen me push people away and watch those I love the most fight to prove they are here for me.

People often talk about grief in stages but what they don’t say is that those stages can hit you at anytime, in any order and sometimes more than one will creep into your day.

The truth is I am constantly being advised on my grief and told how other people handled their loss, but the one thing I have learned since losing my dad is everyone’s loss in different. I lost my dad, the only other person to know how it feels to lose my dad is my brother and even our loss is different. Every person is unique and every loss is too.

Days vary between the really hard, the bearable and the ones where you can smile, and like I said above, some days are a mixture of all three. I often find myself fighting the guilt I feel when something feels good and makes me smile and the reason for this is that in moments where I feel some happiness I feel a rush of sadness that my dad isn’t here to witness it. That he won’t be here to witness anymore of the milestones in my life.

All my life I imagined my dad at my wedding, holding my children and being there every step of the way. It makes me angry that I got robbed of this, that he won’t be here for any of it. It breaks my heart that any future children i might have will miss out on having him as a granddad.

I’ve experienced grief before but nothing as raw and painful as this, nothing prepares you for losing a parent, a friend and a confidante. I count myself lucky that I was blessed to have such an amazing dad but I feel heartbroken that he isn’t here anymore. I can only promise to always carry him in my heart, my thoughts and my memories and strive to make him proud on the days I manage to break through the dark cloud.

I apologise to those I pushed away and I thank those that have stuck around. I love some of you more than you will ever know. Thanks for being in my life through the good times and the very bad.

Alright, here goes. I’m old. What that means is that I’ve survived (so far) and a lot of people I’ve known and loved did not. I’ve lost friends, best friends, acquaintances, co-workers, grandparents, mom, relatives, teachers, mentors, students, neighbours, and a host of other folks. I have no children, and I can’t imagine the pain it must be to lose a child. But here’s my two cents.
I wish I could say you get used to people dying. I never did. I don’t want to. It tears a hole through me whenever somebody I love dies, no matter the circumstances. But I don’t want it to “not matter”. I don’t want it to be something that just passes. My scars are a testament to the love and the relationship that I had for and with that person. And if the scar is deep, so was the love. So be it. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are a testament that I can love deeply and live deeply and be cut, or even gouged, and that I can heal and continue to live and continue to love. And the scar tissue is stronger than the original flesh ever was. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are only ugly to people who can’t see.
As for grief, you’ll find it comes in waves. When the ship is first wrecked, you’re drowning, with wreckage all around you. Everything floating around you reminds you of the beauty and the magnificence of the ship that was, and is no more. And all you can do is float. You find some piece of the wreckage and you hang on for a while. Maybe it’s some physical thing. Maybe it’s a happy memory or a photograph. Maybe it’s a person who is also floating. For a while, all you can do is float. Stay alive.
In the beginning, the waves are 100 feet tall and crash over you without mercy. They come 10 seconds apart and don’t even give you time to catch your breath. All you can do is hang on and float. After a while, maybe weeks, maybe months, you’ll find the waves are still 100 feet tall, but they come further apart. When they come, they still crash all over you and wipe you out. But in between, you can breathe, you can function. You never know what’s going to trigger the grief. It might be a song, a picture, a street intersection, the smell of a cup of coffee. It can be just about anything…and the wave comes crashing. But in between waves, there is life.
Somewhere down the line, and it’s different for everybody, you find that the waves are only 80 feet tall. Or 50 feet tall. And while they still come, they come further apart. You can see them coming. An anniversary, a birthday, or Christmas, or landing at O’Hare. You can see it coming, for the most part, and prepare yourself. And when it washes over you, you know that somehow you will, again, come out the other side. Soaking wet, sputtering, still hanging on to some tiny piece of the wreckage, but you’ll come out.
Take it from an old guy. The waves never stop coming, and somehow you don’t really want them to. But you learn that you’ll survive them. And other waves will come. And you’ll survive them too. If you’re lucky, you’ll have lots of scars from lots of loves. And lots of shipwrecks.

By GSnow

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  1. Wendy Poulson
    October 14, 2017 / 2:20 pm

    Kirsty I know it hurts and we all grieve in different ways but your dad will love to see you happy so try not to get sad think how proud he will be and I know he will always be in our heart but I’m sure when it’s your time to go to heaven he will be there with all them kisses and cuddles your missing but let us still kiss and cuddle you till then love you forever xxx

  2. Kelly
    October 14, 2017 / 5:46 pm

    Hi Kirsty, I can’t believe it’s been 5 months already! The pain of losing someone so special never stops, it just becomes a little more bearable as time goes by. Your Dad will always be with you in your heart.
    I like to believe that the love ones we have lost, are always around us and watching over us. Sometimes I hear my Nan’s guiding me in my thoughts.
    Try not to ever feel guilty for feeling happy or smiling, this is what your Dad would want for you.
    Remember he is pain free now and no longer suffering.
    It’s been 12 years today since we lost Nan and it still hurts now but I try to Focus on the good times that were shared.
    Always remember he loved you very much, you will always be his Tup! xxxxxx

  3. Vicki
    October 14, 2017 / 6:35 pm

    I love 💕 you more then words can say and I can’t say I can feel your pain or your loss but I always hear no matter what I promise you that. Your dad will follow u in every step of the way and I could highly say he will always be proud of you. Love you million xxx ps please don’t apologise for how you are feel or your actions we understand xxx

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