Ten Years.
On his last day of chemotherapy, the first time around: 2006. Today marks ten years since we lost Dad. A decade. At this point, I feel like I should be some sort of expert on grief, with a decade of loss under my belt, but in all honesty, it still sneaks up on me. I've encountered a lot of death since we said our final goodbyes to Daddy- three more family members, several loved and well known patients... I've welcomed far too many friends into the "Dead Dad Club" and it seems like each year, I get an email about a student who has lost a parent in the middle of their college experience- which takes me right back to being 23 and knowing I'll never get one of his hugs again. The writer in me wants this to be well organized and thoughtful, but I haven't been in the practice of writing my feelings out as much these last several years, so this is really just an attempt to get my feelings down onto "paper." I appreciate re-reading the writing I did i...
