Today marks the fourth anniversary since my dad passed away. It's hard to believe it's been four years since that call in the middle of the night. In those first days when we were all in shock a dear friend stopped by for support. She had lost her mom years before to cancer and the look in her eyes told me she knew what I was experiencing. The loss of a parent is the club no one wants to join. Meeting anyone who has lost their parent means skipping a whole bunch of small talk and a joining that only pain can create. What my friend said in those early days still rings true for me. In an effort to improve my mood she told me things would get better. She said the instensity of loss wouldn't lessen, but the frequency that it occurred would. Four years on, I couldn't agree more.
