The Grief Diet: On the loss of my father

I look at pictures and the memories bring him back to life.

My daughters tell me that they can do anything when they grow up.

I hear stories about him from his friends and family.

I am around his beloved greyhounds.

My husband and I listen to his favorite jazz album.

I can now feel close to my mother.

I hear from my friends the difference he made in their lives.

I dig my heels in and won’t budge.

The paranormal continues to fascinate me.

He visits me in my dreams and fixes what is broken.

I am hiking in the mountains and sense he is with me.

I think about my career.

I am patient rather than short tempered.

I choose to think before speaking.

I don’t give up.

I have an open mind.

I keep living because of what he made possible.

I hear his voice inside my head.

I look in the mirror.

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