It seems like it’s been a while since I’ve written anything on the blog. Picture posts tell a story, but not all. I’ve been doing my writing in a personal journal instead.
We’re meeting grief in all its faces. Some moments we feel more tender. Other moments we feel heightened frustration with inconveniences and people. There’s a need for familiar and comforting entertainment. We’ve laughed together, and moments later notice that sharing the obituary of Richard’s dad with well-intentioned friends keeps the wound fresh. I’ve cried in public and plundered our stash of candy like a kid.
Today Richard and one of his brothers are on a ride around their dad’s favorite haunt, Fish Creek. I imagine this will help them enjoy memories of their dad and carry on his good legacy. Finding solace in memory and tradition is a great idea.
