(**Edit: Since this recording, my sister, Michelle, has gone to her eternal home and is now reunited with our dad. That is one of the only things bringing me comfort now. She died 12/29/2021, and I am forever heartbroken and changed.) Recorded May 27, 2020 - It was 8 years ago on this date that my dad suffered a major stroke that would take him from us just 4 days later. Eight. Years. It still doesn’t seem real at times. I miss him every single day. Much of the time, I can talk about him without crying. But as we re-live the moments of his last few days, we share that grief is not pretty. It’s not linear. It’s not predictable. And there is no right way to grieve. It’s as individual to us as our fingerprints. —please bear with me as I learn how this podcast stuff works. I didn’t realize the recording cuts off at a time limit, so the last 30 seconds or so are not there. If you make it to the end, THANK YOU for listening. ❤️
