10/21/2026
Isn’t it weird how time can feel both short and long, all at once? It’s been six months (and a day) since my dad died and it both feels like it just happened and also like he’s been gone for a really long time.
And maybe both things are real and true inside of me. Six months is a short period of time in the grand scheme of our lives, so it makes sense that his death, which was drawn out, distressing, and took place over the course of nearly two months, feels fresh in my mind and body.
And also, it makes sense that it feels like he has been gone forever, because I’m not sure I ever really felt like he was here.
We were very low contact for at least a decade, maybe more, but the distance isn’t what made him feel absent. In fact, the space between us is what made knowing him feel manageable to me- low contact was the only way I knew how to turn the intensity down on the connection we had formed.
It’s interesting how we assume grief only comes when someone dies, and not when someone is here and unavailable. The grief I feel today is less about his death and far more about the life he lived when he was on this earth.
Grief has no pretty bow, no happy ending, and no final resting place, so this share won’t either. One thing this grief continues to teach me is that we can continue to evolve, reflect, and grow, if we choose to.
And dear ones, I hope you will choose to let yourself be, right alongside me.
To those of you grieving the complex and complicated details of your own life, I see you.