Bereavement

you gave us a wonderful image not only of your father, but of your relationship with him. I lost my Mom last year at New Years. The ache doesn't go away, it seems... but each day makes it a little easier to handle. So does late night "talks with Mom"... when I'm in bed, tossing and turning because of some body ache or pain she and I shared, or worries for the future... especially now. Mom absolutely detested trump. I still say she died when she did because she refused to live under his reign again. So, late at night, when I feel on the edge of despair or a nervous breakdown, I talk it out with Mom. I find being quiet and still after one of these "conversations" I can hear Mom talking back to me, instinctively. May the life and conversations you had with your father fill your days with happiness of those memories, and be the strength you may need at times.