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not sure what it says about the passing of time, but I didn’t clock today’s date till for some reason I felt the compulsion to check my fb memories, which is not something I do regularly these days.. it’s now been 25 years since my dad died, which is absolutely wild when you frame that as a quarter of a century! I do think it definitely says a lot about the softening of grief.

I don’t believe that time heals all wounds (and hell I’ve had my fair share of emotional scurvy), but through intentional effort, an incredible if ever-changing support network, a not-insignificant amount of therapy, and a lot of self-compassion, I do think I have reached a place of peace.

I’ve been through so many incarnations of self through these 25 years.. I have loved and lost too many people. I have built resilience I shouldn’t have had to build. I have created and nurtured community and friendship. and I have used the loss and grief in my life to help shape my values and ethics. I have become a kinder, more empathetic person as a result.

my final musing for this morning is that it’s important to focus our energy on the present, because at the end of the day no one gets out alive..!