Grief and Depression Come in Waves

In the three weeks since Dad died, I have been schooled in grief and the depression that is its Siamese twin.  Grief comes in waves.  I can think I am okay, and in the next moment, I have burst into tears and want to retreat to my bed.  Like this morning....I was washing dishes, looking at the cars backed up outside my window.  Suddenly, I burst into tears with the overpowering feeling of missing Dad.  He was a huge part of my life, all my life.  Certainly, in the last three years since I brought him to my home on June 6, 2019, he was my whole life.  So, here I sit chronicling a vignette about the waves of grief.  It is a way of remembering Dad, a way of honoring him.   #grief   #mourning  #dad