As you all know, I have been working at The Sharing Place doing client intakes and I absolutely couldn't imagine a more suitable and rewarding opportunity. Since being there I have been taken back to the day my dad died, the week after, the month following and the 9 years that have passed. Although I have been at TSP for almost a decade, being able to face grief head on within weeks of someones loss has been incredibly challanging, yet completely cathartic. I feel with every heartbreaking story I hear, a memory reveals itself, a piece of me heals, a wall is shattered, a tear is shed or I am able to reflect. I feel unbelievably lucky to continue working on my grief so many years later because no matter what I want to believe, this journey is never-ending, a piece of my heart will always be missing and it really is still this hard. While this may sound as though I am giving up, I feel I am embracing and tackling this difficult part of myself and that is something I am extremely proud of. In realizing this, I found writing has been the most constant part of my work and as I read things I have written since my dad's death, I have the honor to go back to that step in my grief and the emotions I was experiencing at the time. While the words I write may be dark, they are in fact enlightening and give me the strength to keep going because it gives me the unique ability to see how far I have come. Thanks to each and every one of you for your continued encouragement in my writing, for not turning away and for being a part of my journey and standing behind me every step of the way. I wouldn't be where I am today without your support, friendship, understanding and love.
"She was no longer wrestling with the grief, but could sit down with it as a lasting companion and make it a sharer in her thoughts"
-George Eliot
(Thanks Annie for sharing one of the most profound quotes I have ever read)