When I started this blog it was for me. I wanted a place to share musings of grieving a parent I was extremely close with. But I realized quickly it was more than just that, it was going to be a place that I could figure out how and document the navigation of my life without my mom being a part of it.
I didn’t really have time to write or at least force myself to push through the emotional baggage I was trying so hard to ignore in the months following the creation of this space. It was after my dad died and I went to a group talk therapy meeting that words, written or spoken, can help the processing of loss and grief. It was also then that I realized I’m not alone even though I felt (and honestly, I still sometimes do) alone.
No one ever thinks that the terrible things like losing a loved one is going to happen, but it does. Sometimes you can see it coming, other times it’s just seemingly random act that happens. Regardless of whether or not I was expecting either of my parents to die in a year or any other circumstance I’ve found myself in in the last year, I take some solace in knowing that there are other people out there who have been down a path similar to me.
I guess, in a way, my urge to write and share through the pain is in hopes that one day if there is some twenty-something kid who lost a parent is feeling lost like I am right now, comes across something in this space I have created and knows that they aren’t alone and they too can and will survive.
This is for me and for you, whoever you are.