with grief, I’m not sure there’s ever a day that isn’t hard. but for me, and for so many others, holidays, family gatherings, traditions, those are some of the hardest for me. I was quiet this weekend, just focusing on surviving the storm. I posted on my story a song for #musicmonday and it’s one I listen to often. on my hardest days, I don’t get up because I want to. but rather because I want to make my dad proud, I want to keep his legacy going, and live a life he would’ve. he should’ve.
I have a strong feeling our angels are proud of us no matter what, they are proud of us simply continuing our lives in the face of so much pain, heartache, and confusion.
but when days are too hard for me, I do it for him.
I’m so proud of you all for surviving your hardest days. And I know your angel is too - 3 minutes ago