It’s been a year without you now. People are right, grieving does get easier with time. I have quit reaching for the phone to call you whenever something good, funny, sad, or frustrating happens in my life. I know that you’re not going to be there on the other end of the phone anymore, a habit that took me months to break. I know that the last thing you would have wanted was for me and Dad to stop living, and to be honest, for a while we did. It took several months for us to start living again in stages.
My first step was quitting the job that had ceased to make me happy, the one that was slowly draining the life from me. I am so much happier with my current job, and making slow and steady progress there. It had been too long since I was happy with myself at work.
My second step was following one of my dreams and writing a book; I hope to God I’m not done with writing yet…
The third step was travel. I finally made it to Ireland, and fell in love with a country and its people. I am ready to go back tomorrow if I could…
The fourth step was letting Daddy know that its okay to live, to create new memories and (hopefully) make new friends, try new things.
While this year has been a challenge of adjusting to the new reality, I did it, and I know you’d be happy for it.
I miss you. I love you.