It’s hard to believe, but this week marks a decade after my dad’s death. I remember first posting about his passing in My Dad Passed Away and how hard it was to write that post. In many ways, that feels like a lifetime ago. In others, it’s hard to fathom that I haven’t spoken to him in a decade.
A Decade After My Dad’s Death
Ten years ago, I was still living at home with my parents. I also was a substitute teacher while looking for a full-time position. I was dating my current husband and just trying to figure life out. Then, my dad passed away and time stood still briefly. I realized how short life can be. My dad’s death really propelled me to begin traveling as I realized he never had the chance to experience much beyond the immediate area we grew up in.
In the decade after my dad’s death, it is simultaneously harder and easier. I can go a good while without being upset. Then, I will eat something or hear a song I think he would like. For example, it makes me so sad that we never got to enjoy lemon/lime desserts together as my tastebuds weren’t ready for them back then. However, I take joy in knowing that my dad would be happy that I’m eating them for him.
I also really miss him whenever I’m trying to deal with something. He almost always knew what to say to comfort me. Unfortunately, my mom doesn’t have that skill. Ha. Growing up, she often just sent me to my dad when I was upset. So, he was the person I went to whenever I needed something. Now, I rely on my husband for support and he does a great job. However, no one can replace your dad.
This post isn’t really filled with any tips or advice. I just felt that I had to recognize the importance of it being a decade after my dad’s death. Have you lost a parent? How do you deal with the loss?
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