For me, this is personal to write about but maybe I will take a chance. This time in September many years ago my father passed away.
On the 29th September everything changed for me, his death chattered my world and I feel this empty space in my chest that never stops hurting, an ache that just doesn't stop. Yes, he was my father but he was my best friend, my mentor, my confidante too. He meant more to me than I can explain, he was such a good listener and always seemed to know the right thing to say and more importantly, when to say nothing -- just listen. He lives on through my daughters. My youngest has his height and his eyes, my oldest has that edge to her personality -- the attribute you respect in one who says little but when she does you listen.
I hope he rests peacefully. He was a great Dad. And I thank him for all he taught me.
I took a chance writing this but you are good people and thought you would understand. For me, it needed to be said and I cannot think of any other place I would rather write it. And you know, it must be the right thing to do because the tears are streaming down my face and the relief of saying it just feels better.
It may be only 7 am but I think I need to go for a walk now.
Thanks for reading, thanks for listening and most of all thanks to each and every one of you for just being you. I am so lucky to have met you, and its a privilege to call you my friends.
Alexandra M
I don't have any wise words to say, but I will definitely think of you tomorrow.