*HOW TO GRIEF*

I always knew a day would come that I'd have to write about this. For years growing up, born to a father in his early fifties, I spent each passing moment, every unexpected knock, every late night or early morning calls imagining the voice on the other end of the line saying "your father passed" and what responses I could possibly give when that time comes


Well it came and I did get a call around 5:30 on Monday morning. The caller in his crisp voice used the much dreaded line I had thrown around in my mind for so long and despite the rehearsal I have had in my head, I lost the ability to speak and I could only hear myself breathe.


I have battled since that day whether to put my thoughts together and share, but I couldn't come to terms with the terms that my father was gone. After serving as a policeman for 35 years and retired for over 20 years, to think that any other thing could make such an invincible man fall beat me.

I am therefore here to #ulog how I am dealing with the grief of a wonderful father and such a void he has left. I will be sharing everyday till I maybe exhaust my thoughts or successfully beat the looking despair that is hanging over my head. Do support