I understand this isn’t the place for speculation about life after death and that is not my intention. I just wanted to talk about an aspect of loss that relates to it, so I hope this is permissable.
For context, my Dad died at the end of March, unexpectedly and quickly. Last year I had plans to start doing certain things that I hadn’t done since before Covid. I used to be a sports coach, for example, and this time last year was thinking about getting back to it. When I had originally quit, Dad had been disappointed and I never actually explained the reasons.
But things had changed recently and I decided I might get back to it.
Last year came and went. I never followed through on the various plans I had, including coaching, and before the Winter was over, he was gone.
I’ve gone back as of last month. It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, and I had to take a break to go and get emotional.for a while, out of sight.
I wish he knew what I was doing, these days. I wish he could hear me when I talk to him. It’s so hard not knowing if they’re still there, if they might be watching, taking an interest.
I don’t follow any established religion. I just wish death wasn’t so final.