Stages of Grief Re-revisited.
It has been 2 years, 9 months and 16 days since my Dad passed away. Or one thousand and sixteen days. It’s been ages, yet it has been a split second, at the same time. Some days are still pretty bad, but some are better than others. And today started off as one of the better ones. Since this is a good thing, I decided to be grateful about it, and write about it. Last night, I dreamt that a very dear uncle of mine was hosting a huge party at his house. My cousins were there, my aunt and her sisters were there, and of course, my parents and siblings. It was an awesome party! Dreams where my Dad appears used to really upset me, but I’ve reached a stage in my grieving where they are more comforting than heart breaking. (I've written about the stages of grief before- you can read the post here: http://kanyindo.blogspot.ug/2016/02/gratitude-list-stages-of-grief-revisited.html ). Anyway, my alarm went off at 4am as usual, and as I got ready for work I was