Almost a year ago I wrote a Blog Post about being silenced by grief. One of the profound things about grief is that it morphs into different creatures. Sometimes daily; sometimes weekly; or something it just pops up out of no where.
Most recently, it has struck me that grief brings shadows.
Sundays and holidays and missing my dads laugh and wisdom. Yet, I love hearing my kids talk about Papa and all of his wisdom he shared with them in their short years; or seeing them recently use the tools he gave them as a gift on that last Christmas. I love hearing others tell stories or share quotes or wisdom he shared with them.
Truth be told, Grief is hard.