I know its supposed to mean well, but stop telling people who lost a parent that you “know their pain” because you lost a grandparent or someone else. I lost my grandma who helped raise me AND one of my best friends. Neither pain compares to losing my dad the way I did.
Have 2 girls on staff named Reagan and Kennedy and they work together a lot and whenever I work with them I refer to them as “the presidents”
Idk if anyone’s going to come for my throat for this, but my under eye gets so dry that it swells up and becomes an itchy rash. I started putting a tiny dab of Vaseline under my eyes about a month ago and I’ve had no rash and my under eye makeup looks so much smoother
I fucked up. I made a post bc several older relatives won’t respond to my messages asking for their addresses for a wedding invite. They normally interact w my posts so I thought it would get their attention. Nope, relatives that don’t speak to me are sending their addresses now
I saw a post this morning where someone made humor about their dad being dad and someone said “haha I get it, my dad’s alive but he’s dead to me”…. That’s not even REMOTELY THE SAME THING. I’m sorry, but that’s an entirely different trauma.
Maybe this is harsh but I’ll never understand why my dad had to die but dads out there who are deadbeats and abusers get to live happy and healthy.
If I don’t make jokes about my dad I actually will freak the fuck out. What stage of grief is this called
Thinkin abt this summer when we were on a cruise & adams best friend was like “I gotta shit but I wanna hit my vape” so he went into a handicap restroom where theres no stalls (couldnt vape on ship) & while we were waiting for him someone in a wheelchair comes up & starts waiting
One thing my dad has taught me since he’s passed is to have a fucking will. I’m stressing every day hoping my mom can take on all of his assets and not get screwed.
A feeling I wasn’t prepared for with my dads passing is my entire childhood feeling like it’s been erased. Idk how to even describe this. But I think back to all the memories with my dad growing up… and they just feel gone? He used to reminisce on those days
Part of me selfishly wishes I had some sort of warning of my dads death. Im so relieved to know that he passed in his sleep and didn’t suffer, but I just wish I knew. The last time I saw him shouldn’t have been the last time. I should’ve been able to say goodbye
Everything in my house felt frozen in time from last Sunday up until this morning. I had a lunch packed for Monday, clothes in the dryer to fold when I got off, dishes to put away in the dishwasher, a cup of water on the counter. It’s been the longest week of my life
