Long time no type
Greetings self, for I strongly doubt whether anyone else reads this thing. Heck, I don't even read it that often.
I am new - or at least altered. Life, or I should say death, arrived with its inevitability and claimed my father. Grief, Loss, Loneliness mingle with the relief that comes when someone long fading, suffering indignity and pain is relieved of those burdens. Most unsettling is the numbness - the sense that I am not myself, that some part of who I was, what matters and drives me is gone - and nothing has or will fill the gap. Ever? Or, once I move through the grief wholeness in a new shape will emerge?
I am new - or at least altered. Life, or I should say death, arrived with its inevitability and claimed my father. Grief, Loss, Loneliness mingle with the relief that comes when someone long fading, suffering indignity and pain is relieved of those burdens. Most unsettling is the numbness - the sense that I am not myself, that some part of who I was, what matters and drives me is gone - and nothing has or will fill the gap. Ever? Or, once I move through the grief wholeness in a new shape will emerge?
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