I’m Here For You, Friend


I’m feeling so misunderstood. Grief will do that to you, or so I’ve learned in these past couple of months since losing my daddy so suddenly. It seems like yesterday that I was able to pick up the phone and call the one person who fully understood. And that one person that I need to talk to about how I’m feeling, is the person that is gone…

The constant reminder and realization drains my heart every single time.

Grief is a lonely journey unless you find people that have gone through such a loss. Those people are the ones you find comfort in, the ones that make you feel like you’re not crazy. They are like your “death tribe.” They are out there, and when you suffer a loss, you notice them. Like when you buy a new car and you suddenly see it everywhere. That’s the club you’re in, but never really knew it existed.

Some people say, “But there is more to life!!”

Yes, there absolutely is! But it’s not fair to take away the pain I’m feeling just because I have the love of my children, husband, my mom, and other family and friends. The pain is still there, and it’s real, and it’s heavy. Even through the joyful times of this life.

It is a journey. Grief, that is… One minute you’re fine, the next minute you thinking of that “one time you met for lunch,” and you’re flooded with emotion and tears. Then they don’t stop until those next few days where you realize you haven’t cried for two days.

It’s a rollercoaster. And it’s a ride nobody wants to be on…

But those of you that are on this ride with me, I am here for YOU!

I don’t want anyone to understand what I’m going through if you can’t, but just know that a simple, “I’m here for you,” can mean so much.

I’m here for you, friend.