I’m currently not dealing with this. However, I have in the past. I lost my father in 2016. It was the first time I’d ever really known anyone who’s died. So, it was super hard. But, now I realize that, as corny as it is, it’s really all about the journey. 

I thank he got made and that he was designed in his own special way. I’m proud of our memories together, even the bad. He was my rock. He may be gone now. But, he was here and I’m happy he existed in the first place.

His journey filled the opening chapters of my adventure. And it was a hell of start. I know if I try to continue on, I can make my life’s story just as good again. 

He was there for me, taught me what I know. Now, I gotta implement it. It’s odd, it’s painful, but it’s an opportunity for growth. An opportunity to stand your ground and try each day. Because I’ve learned how loss feels, I can be there for others, better now, who are goin through similar things. And I can realize that I’m able to go on. Not move on, but go on. To make new memories and learn new lessons.