Hold on, Bullit! I come in here periodically to check up on you, but I can't ever find right words to say. They never translate well over text.
After my dad unexpectedly went last August, I didn't think time could heal anything before, and I still don't now... because I'm sitting and thinking about the things we had planned, or I had planned for him, or he had planned for me, or events in my life he was supposed to witness, or conversations we were supposed to have, etc. That can never be healed. I got re-reminded that time of the year, and I will again around the holidays. There is plenty of hurt inside, and I don't feel like I'm allowed to bring it out constantly so I just mask up and go about my day.
Though my work days keep me pretty occupied and distracted as a teacher. The more I can be of a father figure to my students, the more I'm accepting the role in his stead and saying that life has decided upon a course for me that will leave his legacy intact. I hope you can find that niche which brings you vicariousness to keep spirits up rather than bring them down.
Even yet still, I can't believe it has almost been three years for you. I really do think time can do some things for us, even if it can't do other things. But, as long as you keep posting here I will keep listening. Hang in there and let us be there for you in any way possible!

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