You know that feeling that sometimes sets in after you’ve accomplished a goal you’ve been working towards for a long time? It can sometimes feel like, dare I say it, depression?
Well, I think I figured out that must be what’s going on with me. Graduate school was two long years oh and by they way, somewhere in there I lost one of the people who was so instrumental in pushing me to get there and then stay there.
So when I graduated, I think I lost just one of those connections I still had with him. I lost a little piece of him. He slipped a little further away.
Not to mention school took up a LOT of time and added to everything else, it provided a much needed distraction during a very difficult time. I think what I’m starting to realize is that I’m not “over” the loss of my dad. I guess I won’t ever really be. The past two weekends have been exceptionally hard. He would’ve been so proud to see me graduate and he would’ve been even prouder to watch all 6 of his grandchildren playing together (3 of which he never got a chance to meet). It’s crazy that such joyous moments can bring pain.
I’ll pull out of this funk, I think. No, I know. But I would be lying if I told you everything is cookies and rainbows right now.
Thanks for listening…