“In June 2011, I unexpectedly lost my father. My parents finally both retired. We bought a condo in Florida next to their lifelong friends. They were going to travel and enjoy their retirement. One month later, my father passed from a rare variation of non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma.
I’ve been going through the classical five stages of grief. My hugely surprising discovery has been that the stages often don’t replace each other, but overlap and get commingled. I often feel that at some deep level I’m still in denial. That urge to pick up the phone and call Dad to discuss something interesting or important is still triggered.
I’ve been making an honest effort to stop feeling sorry for myself, stop looking for excuses to medicate myself with my favorite poison, alcohol, and to commit to the reality that his death was never about me—just like my life is not about him.”