I have come to the not-so-amazing conclusion that personal blogs function very well as a form of therapy.<\/p>\n
It’s been two months since my dad died. Time seems to fly and yet parts of my life seem to have stopped like a broken clock waiting for repair.<\/p>\n
I’ve found that while I can’t really talk about the death of my father with many people face to face. I’m able to talk to my mom, sister or a few other family members. I can’t discuss it with my best friend or even strangers at this point. What I am able to do is write down my memories, happiness, anger, and explore my pain via blogging. It’s a purely selfish action on my part. While writing I can separate myself from the giant lump in my throat that always seems to appear the minute anyone mentions my dad or my loss<\/em>.<\/p>\n To be honest, I don’t really know how to carry on a conversation with friends, strangers and acquaintences when it comes to my dad’s death. I adored my dad. I guess you could say I had a bad case of hero worship when it come to thinking of him in the past 10-15 years. Most of what I’ve grown up to be can be attributed in some way to the lessons he taught me as a child. Once out of my ugly angst filled<\/em> teen-age years I really began to appreciate my dad. Unfortunately, I never really took the time to tell him how important he was to me and the person I became until I was too late.<\/p>\n It has forced me to accept – if nothing else – that I need to take more time to let those close to me know that they are loved and appreciated. I don’t feel much like sending Christmas cards this season but I can make the effort to call those we care about. When I’m more myself, I have a tonne of letters to write to friends and family who helped out in those last few months. Societal courtesies take a back seat to my pain at the moment.<\/p>\n Mom is spending the holiday season with us and will be arriving in less than a month. It would be nice if my sister will make the trip to Edmonton as well – we’ll have to wait and see what she decides.<\/p>\n Until then, I’ll continue to take a seat at the blog therapy table.<\/p>\n Technorati Tags: death<\/a>, mourning<\/a>, pain<\/a>, therapy<\/a>, blogging<\/a>, catharsis<\/a>, <\/a><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I have come to the not-so-amazing conclusion that personal blogs function very well as a form of therapy. It’s been two months since my dad died. Time seems to fly and yet parts of my life seem to have stopped like a broken clock waiting for repair. I’ve found that while I can’t really talk […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[28],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-198","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-friends-family"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/screamingpages.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/198","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/screamingpages.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/screamingpages.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/screamingpages.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/screamingpages.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=198"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/screamingpages.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/198\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/screamingpages.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=198"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/screamingpages.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=198"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/screamingpages.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=198"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}