To Dad - My Unassuming Mentor
"I wish Daddy there weren't always problems to solve and people to please, I wish there were moments that could be mine to grieve, to heal, to be just me. I wish life gave us a second chance to be together and undo all this pain, I wish Daddy I could be your little girl again...." Grief has many shades I believe - it can be shiny, glistening white; it can be dark and somber black and more often than not it's a looming grey- the grey being the most overbearing- a hue that engulfs your heart and mind at all times like that cloud in the sky that threatens but doesn't rain. It strikes your mind in flashes and with a thunderous clap, it overpowers all that is around you in that moment. It silences and deafens, it shocks and stuns. This grey in all its broody expanse has consumed my spirit at the moment as I struggle for answers within and outside. My father - my unassuming mentor. my inspiration and my confidante, passed on to anot