Miss Missing You
Every year as Thanksgiving approaches I start to think profound thoughts about grief and life and moving on, and I spend a month or so composing a blog post. And then the day of the anniversary of dad's death arrives and this carefully crafted deeply profound thought I've been working on just sounds stupid. Which I suppose is a lesson in and of itself. This is the tenth anniversary of my father's death. Which was ten years after his father died. So I've always felt this was a significant one. It's also come with revelations that as of the next decade anniversary I will have spent more of my life without my father than I have with him. How time passes. But I don't really have anything profound to share on that. The biggest thing I learned from dad's death is that death and grieving are as unique as people are, so while we may all do a lot of the same things absolutely no one has the same experience as anyone else. What I do want to talk about is missing...