My dad passed in April this year from a very short, yet horrific battle with cancer. We found out he was sick in February and in two months he went from being active every day enjoying nature to being unable to walk or eat anything. He lost everything he loved in such a short time. My dad was my hero. Grief sometimes looks like choking back tears while watching a dad and daughter walk the trail beside my home. And sometimes it looks like me whaling on a boxing bag to deal with my pent up anger. I’m also a therapist so frustratingly I know how to talk to myself. But I’ll be honest. Most days I don’t want too.

Posted by hailley.white at 2022-07-14 02:29:26 UTC