It’s been a little over three months since we lost the rock of our family. If you are new to this tale, I lost my dad. He was my everything and each day presents a new challenge of navigating life without him.
There are good and bad days. Lately, more bad days have been presenting themselves in the forms of small outburst of tears at random times. I am blessed to have a wonderful husband and understanding friends who will just let me have my moments of grief. Over these past few months, my mom has taken this loss the hardest. He was the love of her life, her everything, and he treated her like a queen. To watch your one true love in so much pain and suffering is unbearable, but losing him all together was a different realm. My siblings and I have become more and more attentive to every request (demand) that Momma Keva beckons us to fulfill.
Case in point, Preston (my brother) has been in town this weekend and Momma Keva wanted a family dinner with all of us. What Momma Keva wants, she gets. Last night was an absolute blast from the past as we all hung out together for the first time in a long time. The grief was subsided and we all just had a chance to laugh.
It was definitely a much needed evening of joy and release for all of us.
“Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.” ―Khalil Gibran