I used to believe that the daily agony I felt after my loss would last for the rest of my existence—truly, I did.

But there came a point when my heart slowly began to heal, and the constant agony eased. You’d think that would make anyone feel better, yet when it started happening, it filled me with guilt. It was strange. As the daily misery began to fade, I felt like I was leaving my dad behind.

But that wasn’t true. I was never leaving him behind—I was healing. I was learning to carry him with me through joy, through happy moments, and throughout my day.

In this Griefy Tip, I share about the bond I built with misery for so long and how I believed it was the only way to keep my dad close. I still have terrible days that knock me down, but eventually I realized I didn’t need to cling to misery anymore. I didn’t have to feel guilty for healing, because carrying my dad—his memory, his love—never required me to keep holding onto agony.

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