This was so raw . I lost mine at 17. I couldn’t even fathom the loss until many years later. I’m in my 40s now - I miss him everyday thinking about all the conversations we could never have, the reactions I could never get. But then I tell myself if he were to see me , he would be proud of the life I have led :) Sending you hugs.
So lovely, raw and authentic… I didn’t lose my father as young as you or he did, but I feel like after I lost him that I started reminding my own children that one day I’m not going to be here with them either. Partially, so it wouldn’t be a surprise, partially, so that I can be here as they work through a bit of it, and partially to remind myself of the preciousness of each moment with them.
This was so raw . I lost mine at 17. I couldn’t even fathom the loss until many years later. I’m in my 40s now - I miss him everyday thinking about all the conversations we could never have, the reactions I could never get. But then I tell myself if he were to see me , he would be proud of the life I have led :) Sending you hugs.
So lovely, raw and authentic… I didn’t lose my father as young as you or he did, but I feel like after I lost him that I started reminding my own children that one day I’m not going to be here with them either. Partially, so it wouldn’t be a surprise, partially, so that I can be here as they work through a bit of it, and partially to remind myself of the preciousness of each moment with them.
"How do you mourn someone you're still in conversation with?"
- By continuing the conversation so beautifully, and including us in it. Thank you, Riya. For being father-ful in your writing 💜
this is tough. hugs.