{"id":2274,"date":"2020-03-20T17:33:22","date_gmt":"2020-03-20T21:33:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/alexiazigoris.com\/?p=2274"},"modified":"2020-03-23T12:39:53","modified_gmt":"2020-03-23T16:39:53","slug":"good-grief","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/alexiazigoris.com\/good-grief\/","title":{"rendered":"Good Grief"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I\u2019m no expert on grief, except that I\u2019ve experienced it. We all have – to some degree. When my father died last September, I wasn’t prepared for the grief that followed. I hated it. It was hard. I just wanted “get through it.” As with most people, my grief was defined as sadness, loss, missing someone, wishing they weren\u2019t gone. You know\u2026 That\u2019s how we define<\/em> grief. It\u2019s a process of letting go, right?<\/p>\n What I didn\u2019t expect was all the other emotions that surge… Anger. Isolation. Fear. Loneliness.<\/p>\n I was now without my Dear Ol’ Dad and my world would never be the same. He knew me in ways that others didn’t. He’d tell the same stories and stupid dad jokes. He laughed from the shoulders up – which made the whole family chuckle. He was always reading a new book and planning a trip or some quest. Even the disappointing aspects of my dad were no more and I missed them all. Any future with my dad was gone. Now only a memories. And I was left to sort it all out.<\/p>\n Life moved on. I went back to work, saw friends, went to dinner, attended parties. During those first few months, all I wanted to do was talk about my dad. “Remember the time\u2026” “Oh, he would have loved this.” “Wish he was here to see this.” But family had returned to their corners of the world – they were the ones who I would have laughed and cried with. I just wanted to talk to someone who knew him and knew him well. Turns out, this is absolutely normal. 100%<\/p>\n