My Father’s Baseball

I have some really down days, too. And this is one of them.

It’s been six years since the day my father passed away, on October 6th. Hard to believe. But it’s only been a couple of years since I started to talk about losing him, and opening up to my family and friends.

I went through a really dark time after he died. I didn’t think I was ever going to be okay again, and I lived in silence and hiding for a few years. But a remarkable thing happened when I finally did share—I was met with warmth and support and encouragement to stay open, and to find the help I needed. And now I know that I am not alone.

I miss my dad every day. That incredible man made me who I am, and, no matter what, I will have his memory with me. Those we love may leave, but what we lived with them can never go. Love you, Papa.

♥️

Stay open. Share. Talk about what you are feeling.