Holidays don't have to suck
It has taken me a about few years to get this, but I finally do. For me, it was about not being with my family. I moved my entire life to Florida to begin a new life with Pete. We made our own traditions, and I also continued some of his.
Pain runs deep. Grief scars are powerful, and sink into the darkest recesses of the heart. Catastrophic wounds can throw us into survival mode for a while.
No matter how old the wound, with the right trigger, the pain can become incredibly fresh again.
Grief is like that. And it’s especially challenging during the holiday season.
One Sunday afternoon when I was fifteen, my dad had a massive heart attack and collapsed in front of me. They resuscitated him at the hospital, but he never regained consciousness. For a week I sat by his bed and talked about anything and everything that came into my mind.
I knew he wasn’t going to make it.
Holidays can be naturally hard. When you’ve lost someone, special days can seem impossible.
“I’m scared. It’s like I’m frozen and can’t move. How am I going to face our anniversary without him?” said Tina, whose husband Frank died.
“When I look ahead to Father’s Day, all I can think about is him,” said Jeff, who lost his father.
Feb. 10th 1988 I said good-bye to my father I was 16. Today on my birthday I turn the same age my father was when he was murdered 44 years young.
Today is also my Mother's birthday, I was born on her birthday August 17. My mother would be 69 today but she passed away at the early age of 47.