Day 2: Tell #write31days

I remember after my Dad died that I felt like I had a big sign on my front and back that said something like “grieving” or “Fatherless.”  I wondered, “Can people tell?”  My peers at my highschool knew and our neighbours knew and it just seemed like the whole world should know that my Dad had just died.

I find that I’m feeling the same way now that my Mom has passed away.  A bright neon light must shine above me with an arrow pointing at me.  “It’s her!”  “She’s the one!”  And yet I have been able to go about and be anonymous and no one has known.  No one can tell.

There’s a relief when people know, but there’s a weight that goes along with it.  But when people don’t know and can’t tell the grief you carry, there’s both a freedom and a heaviness.

I don’t want the neon sign but I also don’t want this significant moment to go unnoticed when it feels like the world to me.

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