Grief, a photo by cherithsky on Flickr.
It's so curious: one can resist tears and 'behave' very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer... and everything collapses. ~Colette
Very early on Tuesday morning my sister called me to tell me that my dad had passed away. While he had been ill, we had thought he was improving and his passing was a shock to us all.
I find that I keep forgetting things. My thoughts and memories are all buzzing in a tightly woven tangle and situated somewhere
in my left temple.
His funeral is tomorrow.
No matter how difficult and conflicted our relationship was , his passing has shattered something inside ....
It's too early for me to piece anything together, come to terms with anything, and any prayer I have
managed to say is only a, "please God"
Until later, I wish you all a lovely week. Be thankful for the small things