One of the good days.

My dad died the night before Christmas Eve last year. He was 52 and I was 26. He had a lung transplant and it got infected and he couldn’t fight it. It’s been a hard year, but I don’t need to tell any of you that.Some days I feel like I can’t live and I’m melting into a puddle on the ground and never solidifying again. Some days I’m okay and I see the light.I woke up today feeling blah. I’ve felt blah all week. I haven’t seen my family in months because I live on the other side of the country and covid. I was getting down on myself, thinking about loss and feeling so lonely.The next thing I know, my phones ringing and it’s my 2 best friends video calling me from home. It’s like they could sense my wallowing and they called me and said such nice things and gave me those amazing contagious smiles and just reassured me so much how they love me and asked me really nice questions about how I’m feeling and talked about my dad. It was so pure and the timing was just perfect.Right after I hung up, my grandma (dads mom) texted me and sent me about 15 photos of her garden and Halloween decorations in her neighborhood. It was the first correspondence I’ve had with her in about a year that wasn’t about how depressed she is about losing her son. She seemed light and peaceful and was just happy to show me what she made!Anyway it was just great timing and sometimes it’s one of the good days. I love you all. via /r/GriefSupport https://ift.tt/2Jcooi8