Battling to sleep.
Went out on to the balcony.
I see you, Daddy!
Goodnight...I love you
I still find it hard to use the words “passed away” when speaking about my dad. Instead, I refer to it by the date it happened or say “when my dad left”.
The most challenging question to answer these days is, “How are you doing/feeling?”
I wondered - in our culture, especially - when faced with death, after the funeral and 12-day prayer...does one start to find acceptance and peace?
The answer: There is no deadline when one will start to feel “normal”.
Tomorrow marks 3 weeks. My heart feels heavy and empty at the same. It’s confusing & painful. While death itself is difficult, I have learned that losing a parent is like losing a part of you.
Those who were close to my dad have reached out to me and shared how he openly expressed how proud he was of me. Regardless of my age, that will always be music to my ears. 🥰
This photo was taken about 13 years ago just before returning to my crazy adventure in South Korea. I’ve been told that my dad was especially proud of how independent I was.
Despite that, I know that deep down I was always “Daddy’s Girl” and this photo reminds me of that. 💕