Another Friday, twelve twenty-something PM has come and gone, and after what seems like a bat of an eyelash it has been 6 weeks since our Dad’s passing. I wish I could say it has gotten easier, or that I have progressed through the DABDA of mourning (also called the stages of grief by psychiatrists, namely Denial-Anger-Bargaining-Depression-Acceptance). Unfortunately I find myself in a time warp, reliving each moment of that fateful July 12 over and over. Call it the groundhog day of my life.
We marked the 40th day of his passing last Wednesday, and as my sister was quick to point out, in Christian belief it signifies the end of his soul’s walk on earth before ascending into heaven. I try to seek comfort from that thought but I can’t help but hope, for my own very selfish reasons, that he stays a little longer. And maybe he keeps me company some more. Call it wishful thinking on my part.
August 27th, 2007 at 6:47 am
It seems, I started with Acceptance.