The ebb & flow of missing loved ones!
Today is Father’s Day in Australia and I miss my dad more than I can explain. Grief is strange like that. Some days it’s sharp and suffocating, other days it softens and lets me breathe. Sometimes I see a dad and daughter out together and it makes me smile, sometimes it makes me cry. Sometimes it does both at once and it’s fucking confusing. I think a lot of people don’t know how to hold space for grief. They’ll say things like, “Your dad wouldn’t want you to be sad. He’d want you to move on.” & sure, I’ve moved forward. I haven’t stopped living my life. I’ve just changed the way I live it. But moving forward doesn’t mean the sadness vanishes. It doesn’t mean I don’t miss his voice, his hugs, the way he always took life on the chin no matter what he was facing. What people don’t always get is that grief is not a one direction only street. It’s messy, it’s unpredictable and it’s full of contradictions. You can feel joy and ache in the...