I pulled into the driveway, slowly entered the garage put the car in park, and screamed—a guttural feral scream. My cries were unleashed. I couldn't stop.
Grief hurts. It physically hurts.
My heart. My hair. My stomach.
Muscles, bones, and marrow mourn Dad.
I don't know how long I was in the car before my door opened. It was Phil. I shut the car off. He helped me out and wrapped his arms around me. I shook against him.
“You are not alone.” He whispered.
I love this man so damn much.
He holds me up. He loves me. He wants to absorb all my pain.
He can't.
These visceral moments I never want for anyone.
Never.
It’s been 16 years since my dad passed. Grief sucks. It hurts so much. I still break down and cry at times. It’s hard. So hard. I’m so glad you have a wonderful support system. You have my continued love and prayers.
I got a haircut today. She asked me what was new since I hadn’t seen her in 8 weeks. For some reason I told her that my former boss had passed away recently ….. And I sat in her chair and cried.
You’re not alone….