Suddenly is July and I'm just resurfacing from my 'Grief hangover' from May.
May is the anniversary of my dad's passing and each year it surprises me how hard the anniversary of his passing hits.
Grief isn’t tidy.
It doesn’t follow a calendar.
And when it hits, it can feel like the world is too loud.
Each May, I remember my dad. Now, in July, I’m just beginning to resurface. I've been pouring into creativity, following the rhythm of life and work for the past few months. But now I'm coming back to myself, slowly, ready to re-emerge socially from the pause.
This year, the memory that kept floating to the surface was this one: Dad driving a million miles an hour around the country lanes with Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper blasting away… that was a vibe.
A wild, beautiful, completely unique juxtaposition. He was one of a kind. Utterly unforgettable. Here's what I shared on instagram:
If you’ve ever had a season like this, where everything feels like too much and not enough all at once, I see you.
