I am new here- it is lovely to meet you❤️
I lost my daddy when I was quite young, hence I grew up without him. This is a simple concept but brings so much complexity.
I feel as if I’m grieving a fabrication of a man who I never got to know. It is slowly driving me insane.
But we love and grow and continue, as I’m sure you all know well.
I wanted to come on here and begin a new conversation as I feel quite lonely within my grief. My daddy was killed on Operation with the British Army and, contrary to every Christmas advert EVER, he didn’t come home for Christmas.
If there is anyone who has had similar experiences I would be so very grateful for a reply, it’s an extremely isolating thing❤️
Love to all. The world is brighter than we think x