The gaps grief leaves: missing my Dad 33 years on
Today I miss my Dad. Heartbreakingly so. I feel an emptiness, like I have a hole in my heart or tummy. I can’t tell which, maybe it’s both. It’s an all-consuming feeling. And the complicated thing is, my Dad passed away when I was three. I’m 36 now. I’ve only ‘properly’ grieved for him over the […]