I lost my dad almost six months ago. I’ll spare you the details, but here’s a link to the one of the many stories written about what happened and how my wonderful family was completely blind-sided. I’ve had a really tough time talking about it with just about everyone. I feel funny talking to my mom and brothers about it because they’re going through it too and there’s no need to burden them with how I feel. I’ve never really been one to share my emotions (probably the result of a childhood spent being overly sensitive to just about everything) so now, almost half a year later, I’m giving it a shot here and pretending no one is reading (because, very likely, they’re not).
So far, amid the awkward advice people try to offer and platitudes that get repeated often, the only thing that has really made any sense to me at all has been a Sesame Street special called “When Families Grieve.” I don’t know if it’s that the hour-long show is just really well done (it is) or if I’m just so emotionally stunted that at 25, the best way for me to deal with my feeling is with Elmo (probably both). Continue reading