01/09/2026
The first day of Spring ✨ it is never lost on me, the timing of losing my Dad. Its like if he could of crafted it for me, he did, as much as he could. On the day of Millies birthday, he declined rapidly. But he hung in until the clock just ticked past 12am, for the date to be the 31st, not the 30th which is her birthday. This year I felt completely fine in the lead up to those two days, my girl turning 13, accomplishing so much in the last few weeks with her dance and football, making us so incredibly proud. Yesterday though, hit me harder than maybe the last few years have. I cried in my flower patch, I cried in the car, I cried at the cemetery. Today I woke, I went to the gym and I started my morning with one of my best friends by my side. I sit here now, editing away, listening to the birds, the beautiful breeze drifting through the open doors and the warmth of the sun on the window. The first day of Spring. It comes yearly, the day after my grief day, to bring with it all my favourite things. Sunshine, flowers, time outside with my feet in the grass, swimming, time with my kids, bike rides. Washing away the winter, the sadness. We have Father’s Day and Dads birthday in the next week and a bit, and then for a while life will continue on, filled with my favourite things. I know it is the price we pay, to experience such love. I am so grateful for the msgs yesterday, I paused on posting as it hit me unexpectedly, but I know those in grief can find comfort in knowing they aren’t alone. Thank you x
