Two Years Without Him

My dad died suddenly on March 23, 2019. A heart attack killed him mid dinner rush, swept off the earth in minutes, no warning, no preparation, no goodbye.

Two years without dad. All I can say is it still hurts, just as much as that single moment in time when everything fell apart. The pain doesn’t go away, but it somehow seems less heavy. And not because it’s not as heavy, but because I’ve learned how to carry it. I didn’t know what that meant for a long time. The concept of grief and the pain that comes with it being forever seemed unbearable. And it was at first. Allowing myself to go through all of the emotions, relive the memories and find a new way of connecting with him, overtime I have learned how to carry the pain without the weight of it bringing me to my knees. The tears will continue to flow and the hole in my heart will continue to ache, and I will continue to live, to survive each moment, each step carrying my dad along the journey.