In The Spaces

I have been neglecting pretty much all of my social media as of late. Work has kept me more busy than I would like. I've been wanting to get back to the rest of my work, the processes that I have been in and making progress on, but actual job has been demanding more of me.

But I need to get back to this work too. It's important, and necessary.

I do find that I'm sharing more stories about my Dad these days. The more I have been able to talk about him with new people, people who... well, didn't know me when my Dad was around... I'm finding that I apparently had the best Dad on the planet. It creates this dichotomy where I miss him even more for being gone, but also appreciate the time even more because I do have this entire boatload of good memories to pull from.

There are these brief moments in my life where I have the space to actually think about my Dad in a conscious way. There are small, but they exist, and I still make room for them. I wish there was more ritual though. There's something missing in my closure (?) and I've yet to define that.

I've been thinking to go to a grief retreat in September, but on the flipside I'm not sure if I need to dwell, if that makes any sense. Still pondering that one.

My moments are brief these days. I'm doing what I can in the spaces in between.