I wanted to write about something that has somewhat shaped who I am today.
I lost my dad twenty years ago soon to be twenty-one. As with a lot of situations in life, some say time heals all wounds. But does it?
When my dad passed I lost a part of me. He never saw me graduate. He never saw me get my first job. He never saw other things that took place in my life. How can time heal that? How can time replace the fact that you will no longer see, feel or hear that person? One thing for sure is that time changes things but it may not heal things. I am not the same person. I had to in someway become someone else.
I have friends, family that have at one point lost someone dear to them. Some have been left alone by their loss. It changes you. Some may cry. Some may hold it in. Some may deal with it by doing something to mask the pain. Either way we are changed.
Some will say life goes on and yes that is true it does but it goes on while you learn to adjust becoming someone else. Yes , some of you stays the same but some of you doesn’t.
Different people have different beliefs and that is fine. Everyone is entitled to believe what they want. This is not being written to push any thoughts or beliefs on anyone but it is being written to let anyone that may read this know that it is ok if time didn’t heal your pain. That it is ok to cry, yell whatever just don’t mask the pain. Let it out. Talk it out. Write it out if need be but whatever you may choose just don’t hold it in.