u/curious_mushroom928

My Dad passed almost a month ago from a battle with ALS. My grief process has been so strange. In some ways, I had already processed some of it since he was sick for so long, but I couldn’t have anticipated how much it would hurt. I still automatically think to text him multiple times a day. All of his favorite music makes me cry. He was only 60 years old and just wanted so badly to have his “third act”, enjoying life after retirement.

I’m mourning all of the little things - telling him that my husband got the new job, sending him a picture of a bird I saw, asking for advice on car insurance.

It just feels like a big void in my life and I somehow still can’t totally believe he’s gone forever.