I am utterly lost right now. As a self-admitted control freak, I am spiralling out of control and I don’t know what to do but cry. And turn to the words.
My father died unexpectedly last week. I was 1,400 miles away. I’m back in my hometown now, and alone–only partially by choice.
I thought maybe hanging out in public would allay the tears. But people continue showering my family with unexpected love and kindness in this time of darkness and it makes the grief flow.
I must remind myself: Time is an illusion. Events transpire; pain abates–or it doesn’t. Don’t box in your emotions or let others dictate your personal process. There is no formula. Let it happen.