Grief

Grief is a strange thing.

I go along at times and think I’m doing just fine – and then I fall apart.

I haven’t really talked to anyone about it. A little bit – just a little – to Ken and to Pastor Mike… but only just a little.  I’m not keeping it in by design or plan, more that I just don’t know what to say.

In a way it feels very selfish to grieve for my Dad… because for the first time in years, he is pain-free and he’s with Jesus. But oh how I miss him.  I don’t know how to process this pain. I don’t know how to get to a new place of “normal” where I can go about ordinary day to day tasks in an ordinary normal way. People tell me, “time”.