Peace

Two weeks ago my dad finally left to be with the love of his life. Her name is Millie and she was a black Labrador here, earthside. It had been nearly eight years. I’m only about 3% joking.

I’m sure there are also much-loved ex-humans there with him as he adapts to a new state of being. Clear-minded, pain-free, as mobile as he was in his youth, and entirely in charge of his own soul.

Because of his return to freedom, I find it hard to be sad. But I am.

Because I was with him so much this last two years, he has left me with a huge gap in my days. I am grateful for that widening space.

Because of that time with him, I have few regrets. My family is a strange bunch - me included - and he was Head of Strangeness. But he was also my dad and watching him decline, suffer quietly, and lose who he was…well that was traumatic.

I’m still “on a break” from the internet unless I feel the need for a soothing scroll, but I wanted to explain here.

(Almost) Everything is different. Peaceful.