It took 5-6 years before I stopped dreading the arrival of June 13th, which is the day I found my father dead. I would think about the date and obsess on it for weeks beforehand.
Then the immediate pain associated with the date gradually began to fade and the time between my depression over the date and the actual day itself lessened. Then one year I realized it was June 15th and I hadn't remembered the date. Part of me was sad that I'd forgotten, but the biggest part of me was relieved that I no longer associated my father with that ugly day but with the great memories I had of him.
It's trite but true, distance does lessen the pain and the overwhelming feelings of depression. The time in between sucks like only someone who has lost someone before their time can truly know.
My thoughts are with you. Hang on, I promise it does get better even if it never goes completely away.
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Then the immediate pain associated with the date gradually began to fade and the time between my depression over the date and the actual day itself lessened. Then one year I realized it was June 15th and I hadn't remembered the date. Part of me was sad that I'd forgotten, but the biggest part of me was relieved that I no longer associated my father with that ugly day but with the great memories I had of him.
It's trite but true, distance does lessen the pain and the overwhelming feelings of depression. The time in between sucks like only someone who has lost someone before their time can truly know.
My thoughts are with you. Hang on, I promise it does get better even if it never goes completely away.