{"id":514,"date":"2020-08-29T21:30:34","date_gmt":"2020-08-29T21:30:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/prolificpreambles.com\/?p=514"},"modified":"2020-08-29T21:30:35","modified_gmt":"2020-08-29T21:30:35","slug":"grief-never-dies","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/prolificpreambles.com\/?p=514","title":{"rendered":"Grief Never Dies"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Sadness can be exhausting.&nbsp; Thirty-five years ago, my youthful father died after a two-year bold battle with Non-Hodgkin\u2019s Lymphoma.&nbsp; I was a devastated, and angry.&nbsp; I still am.&nbsp; Yet, as I navigate through life\u2019s treacherous terrain, it\u2019s his humor and casual way of dealing with daily doldrums, I long for.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Over the years, I have learned time has no meaning.&nbsp; Dad\u2019s departure felt like it happened yesterday, however it was three decades ago. Grief is a constant companion.&nbsp; As an eleven-year-old, I was numb to the pain and now as a forty-six-year-old the pain is still real and raw.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Over the years, it felt like I was hauling a huge weight around all-the-damn-time.&nbsp; I was.&nbsp; I still am.&nbsp; Grief does not go away.&nbsp; Often wondering, does grief get harder? The shock and numbness have worn off.&nbsp; However, the unfriendly reminder death walks beside me every day, does not.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Over the years, I would write.&nbsp; I would scribble quotes or reflective thoughts which were intended to inspire &amp; motivate me.&nbsp; This is how I tried to make sense of the world around me.&nbsp; What I learned, there is no making sense of my feelings of grief.&nbsp; We each cope in different ways.&nbsp; What works for one, will not work for another.&nbsp; I do know writing has helped me to process and to move through my grief and resentment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Last week my kindhearted hubs surprised me with academic regalia.&nbsp; I had graduated with my Master\u2019s and opted out of the virtual commencement or any type of celebration.&nbsp; Yes, this level of education was a personal goal and major milestone.&nbsp; Maybe I avoided fanfare, because I wanted my dad there. In life, I keep pushing and plodding forward, as I want to seize every day and make the most of life, but mainly \u2013 I want to make him proud.&nbsp; I long for someone to tell me, \u201che sees me.\u201d&nbsp; I want to know he is toasting me, while gripping tight that cold Coors Light somewhere tranquil flashing his signature mischievous grin.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Yeah, August 30<sup>th<\/sup> sucks.\u00a0 Yes, I will eat a slice of Boston Cream Pie.\u00a0 Certainly, I will light a candle and cry.\u00a0 <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Love is forever, and trust me &#8211; grief never dies.\u00a0<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sadness can be exhausting.&nbsp; Thirty-five years ago, my youthful father died after a two-year bold battle with Non-Hodgkin\u2019s Lymphoma.&nbsp; I was a devastated, and angry.&nbsp; I still am.&nbsp; Yet, as I navigate through life\u2019s treacherous terrain, it\u2019s his humor and casual way of dealing with daily doldrums, I long for.&nbsp; Over the years, I have [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":515,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-514","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/prolificpreambles.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/514","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/prolificpreambles.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/prolificpreambles.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/prolificpreambles.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/prolificpreambles.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=514"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/prolificpreambles.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/514\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":516,"href":"http:\/\/prolificpreambles.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/514\/revisions\/516"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/prolificpreambles.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/515"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/prolificpreambles.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=514"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/prolificpreambles.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=514"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/prolificpreambles.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=514"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}