If one of you made me a shirt that said “MY DAD DIED AND I AM A MESS” please know that I would wear it. Perhaps daily.
Such a shirt would save me from having to say those horrible-but-true words aloud, and let people know why my brain is really not working like it normally does.
Perhaps this shirt would work just as well.
I’m serious though. During my sweet Dad’s last days and now, I have been making crazy errors, like booking a flight for the wrong day (by two whole weeks!). And I need to read things, like, four times to get the point.
Is this normal? Will I ever bounce back?
I promise that someday my blog won’t be exclusively about grief and death and sad things. But right now these are pretty much the only thoughts in my head and I really need to share them with anyone willing to listen. Thank you for your patience.