Losing My Father …

Today is my father’s birthday. He would have been 85 years old. (In case you’re wondering, he had me when he was 52.) He left us 5 years ago and I finally feel ok. In my family, birthdays have always been a big thing. Parties, big gifts, memorable events, you name it. So naturally, to suddenly not celebrate the 21st of December felt extremely sad. This year, it’s different. When I realized that it was papa’s birthday, I didn’t feel like I was being sucked in a black hole. Sure, I must had a sad passing smile on my face, but I went through the day as my « normal » me. As cliché as it might sound, time really does heal all wounds, not matter how deep they are.

 

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