The second year of grief is so so different. It’s like a new wave of grief all over again. Last year I was just on autopilot, like I was watching everyone else live their life and I was just floating through like a dream. This year has hit differently. I can’t even look at photos of my dad without crying so I don’t look at them. I can’t think about memories with him. I ache for things to be how they were. I drove to Wales on Friday last week where I was born and raised and cried halfway down thinking of all the times I taken my children to my parents house and all the things we’d done. I didn’t expect the second year to come with a whole new wave of grief.

Posted by holleysa2001 at 2022-06-13 23:44:51 UTC