Over the past 6 years, I’ve had many people ask me “What’s it like to lose your father?” …and it’s a question I’ve always struggled to answer.
Waves of grief?
Never ending emptiness?
Walking a tightrope without a safety net?
Comfort, knowing that he is watching over us?
Those are just a few, but none of those answers have ever really covered the depths of what it’s like on a daily basis…..Until I stumbled across this quote this morning:
When your Father dies, say the Irish,
you lose your umbrella against the bad weather.
THAT’S EXACTLY IT!!!
Picture being caught in a rainstorm…and your umbrella just gave way.
We’ve all been there…you’re trying to hold onto it for dear life, angle it just right, then comes a big gust and flips it inside out…leaving you defenseless and thinking “Well this sucks….Now what do I do?”
Good thing is….the storm cannot destroy me.
It’s just bad weather…and this too shall pass. The storm will clear, you’ll dry off, the sun will shine…and you’ll be totally fine!
Believe it or not, I’m a very private person. Yes, I share my workouts, food and family pics, but I don’t share a lot of my struggles and deep emotional feelings. It’s just who I am and how I deal with it best.
So why share this? It’s not for attention or support. I can guarantee you, the last thing I would want to see is a comment section full of “I’m sorry’s”….It would somehow make it worse.
I share this in hopes of helping just one person along the way. There may be someone out there struggling silently and needs to know that they’re stronger than they think and that they’re going to be just fine.
Below is a copy of the original poem by Diana Der-Hovanessian. I created an image that I could frame and keep next to my bedside. Feel free to save, print, pin or share this with someone you think could benefit from it.