Life, despite its horrible setbacks, goes on and will be beautiful again. That has been the central lesson of my past three months.
Things are starting to look up. Big decisions are about to be made. And though nothing can describe how much I will miss his physical presence, my dad’s voice will be guiding me through it all. Undoubtedly so. I'm starting to feel excited about life in a way that I never have before, seeing it through his eyes - or at least trying my best to - and at this point I feel anything is possible.
I'm waking up, not just from this era of grief, but also from a perspective that I have been living in for years.
