11 Years of Remembering My Dad

0940b-farToday is 11 years since my dad died.

Dealing with such an important loss, well, it gets easier, but it never gets easy. I miss him all the time, especially during this time as David and I plan our wedding at the end of this year. It’s difficult knowing that my Dad won’t be there, that he never knew the man I will marry – although I have no doubt they would’ve gotten along splendidly.

Last year I wrote about how my dad died and I have previously written about my dad.

They say time heals all wounds, I don’t believe that’s true. Dealing with, working through and taking action helps heal the wounds – and even then, you’ll always have the scars to remind you what you’ve been through. And that’s okay, it’s part of life and frankly I think there’s beauty in the scars and in the stories that shape who you are.

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  1. Hugs!

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