Thank you Melissa, your writing brought me back to when my dad passed away. These words of yours resonate with me "When you’ve been a caregiver for most of your life danger doesn’t look like danger anymore" and grief came in layers truly captured the emotions I have felt since his passing. Thank you for your words brought memories that live on in me and I too had an older dad; his age made us value one another more. I learned to be intentional from early childhood and I am glad his age shaped him to be present and take the necessary steps to be the father that my siblings, mum and I needed.
I'm in the early stages of caregiving for my husband with Parkinson's and 2 aging parents and this resonated with me so much. I fluctuate between those feelings of panic and routine almost daily and I have major guilt about the anticipatory grief that I feel every day. My heart goes out to you. Thank you for sharing some of your heart with us. ❤
This title alone stopped me in my tracks. 🤍 There’s something so powerful about thinking about who we were before we became someone’s daughter, partner, friend, or anything else. It’s easy to lose pieces of ourselves in the identities we carry, and I love the reminder to reconnect with the person underneath all of them. Such a thought-provoking piece. ✨
You're still their daughter even though they're not physically here anymore. They're present in your mannerisms, your routines, your face, your love. And you will continue to figure out who you are bit by bit as time moves, as life happens. I'm sending you all the love Melissa. And I hope you continue sharing parts of yourself amongst this wonderful resource you've created and community you've built.
Thank you Melissa, your writing brought me back to when my dad passed away. These words of yours resonate with me "When you’ve been a caregiver for most of your life danger doesn’t look like danger anymore" and grief came in layers truly captured the emotions I have felt since his passing. Thank you for your words brought memories that live on in me and I too had an older dad; his age made us value one another more. I learned to be intentional from early childhood and I am glad his age shaped him to be present and take the necessary steps to be the father that my siblings, mum and I needed.
I'm in the early stages of caregiving for my husband with Parkinson's and 2 aging parents and this resonated with me so much. I fluctuate between those feelings of panic and routine almost daily and I have major guilt about the anticipatory grief that I feel every day. My heart goes out to you. Thank you for sharing some of your heart with us. ❤
This title alone stopped me in my tracks. 🤍 There’s something so powerful about thinking about who we were before we became someone’s daughter, partner, friend, or anything else. It’s easy to lose pieces of ourselves in the identities we carry, and I love the reminder to reconnect with the person underneath all of them. Such a thought-provoking piece. ✨
You're still their daughter even though they're not physically here anymore. They're present in your mannerisms, your routines, your face, your love. And you will continue to figure out who you are bit by bit as time moves, as life happens. I'm sending you all the love Melissa. And I hope you continue sharing parts of yourself amongst this wonderful resource you've created and community you've built.
Thank you for that, Tacita. 🫶🏽