Rage, grief, second chances and moving on

It's been almost 3 months now since my Dad died. A quarter of a year. A season. Not a day goes by that I don't miss him, or think about him but I know that the last thing he would want me to do is not get on with the business of living. I know this because he told me. He wanted me to be happy. He wanted Q to remember the good times with him and not just the end. So I choose to honour that. Grief … [Read more...]

The Hoodie

It was a simple navy blue hoodie. I dug it out of the pile of my Dad's coats and jackets that my Mom had laid out for us to go through before she donated them. I tried it on, looked in the mirror and decided to take it home. I hung the hoodie on the coat rack in our back hall. A few days later, I grabbed it as I headed out the door to take Q to school. I slipped my arms through the sleeves, … [Read more...]

Small kindnesses can make a big difference

Kindness really does matter. No matter how big or how small, you have no idea how much that kindness might mean to the person you shared it with. This thought has been made obvious to me so many times of the past several weeks. Through my dad's illness, and especially during his time in the palliative care ward at the hospital, there were so many kindnesses shown to my family that made a big … [Read more...]

Being patient

I have alluded to things being tough recently, and that the fragility of life had become so obvious and at the forefront of my mind, but know that I haven't done a great job at explaining why. Today I said goodbye to my Dad after an all too brief but far too difficult battle with cancer. I guess that actively going through the painful process of losing someone you love has felt too raw and too … [Read more...]