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Originally Posted by Aeran
And that's so annoying...! My dad passed away 5/2014. I didn't cry at his funeral. I didn't cry all that much. I had tons of things to do and was preoccupied with making sure my mom was ok. I remember even complimenting myself thinking I'm handling this so well!
But... two years ago I made an entry on my diary saying to get "daffodils for dad" to place on his graveyard.
And looking at that entry made me cry so hard. It was weird! Why did that entry of all things affect me so much years after he had passed? And I kept half expecting to run into my dad out on the street for some reason just like old times. I know I can't/won't but I was like half expecting to. And once in awhile I feel compelled to pass the nursing home where he spent his last days in hospice & just gaze at that building as if he's still there...
Grieving is weird.
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It really is.
I still drive past the memory care unit where my mother lived and go slowly, slowly past "her" window - and she's been gone for 3 years. Sometimes she just weighs so heavily on my mind.
Same with my dad, though my memories of him are typically more joyful and funny. He was such a funny guy and I liked him so, so much. Plus he was handsome. When I met my husband for the first time, I said to him "OK, is this weird? Because you remind me of my dad." I knew right away that my parents would both really like him (they did).