Last Friday marked the year anniversary of my father’s death. I wasn’t sure if I would write about it here. So I honored him on Disney Baby instead. (There I told Pink a bit about the man she’ll never get to know.) It’s funny, but somehow putting it out there for millions of people felt less personal than putting it here.
But here, well, I didn’t think that I could write anything like you’re used to reading from me. I had no words of positive reflection. Last week all I felt was loss. Horrible, horrible loss. And anger. Yeah, I felt that too.
But then the day came. And went. And there was a marked shift. Last week, building up to that milestone day was hard.
But then the day came. And with it, love poured in. Friends stopped by with beautiful butterfly mementos and flowers. A card from one of my dad’s oldest friends arrived in the mail. Texts lit up my phone with sweet words of friendship and remembrance. My mom, Little, Pink and I spent the day at Fioli gardens, enjoying the outdoors, even spotting some butterflies along the way. And when I shared my Disney Baby post on my Using Our Words Facebook page, you reached out and lifted me up with love and kindness.
Yes, the day came. And the day went. With it, some of my anger passed as well. The loss, it’s still very real. But so is the love. And somehow, the two mixed together, make it a whole lot easier to swallow.
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