Back on stage with my @byss_ke family tonight! So in need of a good laugh and I’ve really been looking forward to this. Mnacome? There are some tickets still available, link in my stories! 📸 by the fabulous @liloqueenjulian!
October, protect my garden and cultivate it with love. The sun is finding me again. 💛
October, protect my garden and cultivate it with love. The sun is finding me again. 💛
Today marks 11 weeks since my Dad died. 77 days trying to figure out how to exist in a world where Dad doesn’t. 77 mornings of waking, hoping it’s all a bad dream. Yet it still feels like it was just yesterday. The heartbreak has been indescribable. I have never known a pain like this, I guess because I will never know a love like his. Dad loved us. His love was big, his smile, wide, his laughter hilariously infectious. I miss him. So much. He was my friend, confidante, culinary adventure date, drinking buddy, jokester… my dad. 2 days before Dad, Aunt Josephine, mum’s best friend of 50 years unexpectedly died. She helped mum set up the first ever FB fanpage to support my singing endeavors 15 years ago. I remember being on stage, seeing her in the audience with mum bawling her eyes out. 😭She avoided cameras like the plague. Soon after Dad, Uncle Martin, on mum’s side, also died. He would always enthusiastically ask me if I remembered him holding me at the hospital when I was born (so proud that he was first). I would always say yes as we laughed.😂 I was still reeling from Guka’s and Charlie’s deaths in Feb when Dad’s health took a turn for the worse that same month. Hardly processing that grief while facing Dad’s deteriorating health. Mentally, in shambles. Physically, in and out of hospitals for Dad’s multiple stays. Failing at holding my life together as Dad’s body gradually failed him. And then he died, and I came undone. I fell into a state, barely seeing beyond tomorrows. Almost catatonic, steeped in pain. Nothing mattered. Except mum and my brothers. If not for family, my friends, and my psychiatrist, I don’t know. But, the clouds are parting. The sun is finding me again. This pain though, is a beautiful pain and in some way I don’t ever want it to end. It’s a beautiful reminder of the big, expansive love that I, we, had the privilege of experiencing while they were here. ‘It is said that all that we love is merely loaned to us, and we must not take our companions for granted. We must uphold our side of that ancient bargain.’ Till we meet again. I love you, always. 🕊️❤️
Today marks 11 weeks since my Dad died. 77 days trying to figure out how to exist in a world where Dad doesn’t. 77 mornings of waking, hoping it’s all a bad dream. Yet it still feels like it was just yesterday. The heartbreak has been indescribable. I have never known a pain like this, I guess because I will never know a love like his. Dad loved us. His love was big, his smile, wide, his laughter hilariously infectious. I miss him. So much. He was my friend, confidante, culinary adventure date, drinking buddy, jokester… my dad. 2 days before Dad, Aunt Josephine, mum’s best friend of 50 years unexpectedly died. She helped mum set up the first ever FB fanpage to support my singing endeavors 15 years ago. I remember being on stage, seeing her in the audience with mum bawling her eyes out. 😭She avoided cameras like the plague. Soon after Dad, Uncle Martin, on mum’s side, also died. He would always enthusiastically ask me if I remembered him holding me at the hospital when I was born (so proud that he was first). I would always say yes as we laughed.😂 I was still reeling from Guka’s and Charlie’s deaths in Feb when Dad’s health took a turn for the worse that same month. Hardly processing that grief while facing Dad’s deteriorating health. Mentally, in shambles. Physically, in and out of hospitals for Dad’s multiple stays. Failing at holding my life together as Dad’s body gradually failed him. And then he died, and I came undone. I fell into a state, barely seeing beyond tomorrows. Almost catatonic, steeped in pain. Nothing mattered. Except mum and my brothers. If not for family, my friends, and my psychiatrist, I don’t know. But, the clouds are parting. The sun is finding me again. This pain though, is a beautiful pain and in some way I don’t ever want it to end. It’s a beautiful reminder of the big, expansive love that I, we, had the privilege of experiencing while they were here. ‘It is said that all that we love is merely loaned to us, and we must not take our companions for granted. We must uphold our side of that ancient bargain.’ Till we meet again. I love you, always. 🕊️❤️
Today marks 11 weeks since my Dad died. 77 days trying to figure out how to exist in a world where Dad doesn’t. 77 mornings of waking, hoping it’s all a bad dream. Yet it still feels like it was just yesterday. The heartbreak has been indescribable. I have never known a pain like this, I guess because I will never know a love like his. Dad loved us. His love was big, his smile, wide, his laughter hilariously infectious. I miss him. So much. He was my friend, confidante, culinary adventure date, drinking buddy, jokester… my dad. 2 days before Dad, Aunt Josephine, mum’s best friend of 50 years unexpectedly died. She helped mum set up the first ever FB fanpage to support my singing endeavors 15 years ago. I remember being on stage, seeing her in the audience with mum bawling her eyes out. 😭She avoided cameras like the plague. Soon after Dad, Uncle Martin, on mum’s side, also died. He would always enthusiastically ask me if I remembered him holding me at the hospital when I was born (so proud that he was first). I would always say yes as we laughed.😂 I was still reeling from Guka’s and Charlie’s deaths in Feb when Dad’s health took a turn for the worse that same month. Hardly processing that grief while facing Dad’s deteriorating health. Mentally, in shambles. Physically, in and out of hospitals for Dad’s multiple stays. Failing at holding my life together as Dad’s body gradually failed him. And then he died, and I came undone. I fell into a state, barely seeing beyond tomorrows. Almost catatonic, steeped in pain. Nothing mattered. Except mum and my brothers. If not for family, my friends, and my psychiatrist, I don’t know. But, the clouds are parting. The sun is finding me again. This pain though, is a beautiful pain and in some way I don’t ever want it to end. It’s a beautiful reminder of the big, expansive love that I, we, had the privilege of experiencing while they were here. ‘It is said that all that we love is merely loaned to us, and we must not take our companions for granted. We must uphold our side of that ancient bargain.’ Till we meet again. I love you, always. 🕊️❤️
Today marks 11 weeks since my Dad died. 77 days trying to figure out how to exist in a world where Dad doesn’t. 77 mornings of waking, hoping it’s all a bad dream. Yet it still feels like it was just yesterday. The heartbreak has been indescribable. I have never known a pain like this, I guess because I will never know a love like his. Dad loved us. His love was big, his smile, wide, his laughter hilariously infectious. I miss him. So much. He was my friend, confidante, culinary adventure date, drinking buddy, jokester… my dad. 2 days before Dad, Aunt Josephine, mum’s best friend of 50 years unexpectedly died. She helped mum set up the first ever FB fanpage to support my singing endeavors 15 years ago. I remember being on stage, seeing her in the audience with mum bawling her eyes out. 😭She avoided cameras like the plague. Soon after Dad, Uncle Martin, on mum’s side, also died. He would always enthusiastically ask me if I remembered him holding me at the hospital when I was born (so proud that he was first). I would always say yes as we laughed.😂 I was still reeling from Guka’s and Charlie’s deaths in Feb when Dad’s health took a turn for the worse that same month. Hardly processing that grief while facing Dad’s deteriorating health. Mentally, in shambles. Physically, in and out of hospitals for Dad’s multiple stays. Failing at holding my life together as Dad’s body gradually failed him. And then he died, and I came undone. I fell into a state, barely seeing beyond tomorrows. Almost catatonic, steeped in pain. Nothing mattered. Except mum and my brothers. If not for family, my friends, and my psychiatrist, I don’t know. But, the clouds are parting. The sun is finding me again. This pain though, is a beautiful pain and in some way I don’t ever want it to end. It’s a beautiful reminder of the big, expansive love that I, we, had the privilege of experiencing while they were here. ‘It is said that all that we love is merely loaned to us, and we must not take our companions for granted. We must uphold our side of that ancient bargain.’ Till we meet again. I love you, always. 🕊️❤️
Today marks 11 weeks since my Dad died. 77 days trying to figure out how to exist in a world where Dad doesn’t. 77 mornings of waking, hoping it’s all a bad dream. Yet it still feels like it was just yesterday. The heartbreak has been indescribable. I have never known a pain like this, I guess because I will never know a love like his. Dad loved us. His love was big, his smile, wide, his laughter hilariously infectious. I miss him. So much. He was my friend, confidante, culinary adventure date, drinking buddy, jokester… my dad. 2 days before Dad, Aunt Josephine, mum’s best friend of 50 years unexpectedly died. She helped mum set up the first ever FB fanpage to support my singing endeavors 15 years ago. I remember being on stage, seeing her in the audience with mum bawling her eyes out. 😭She avoided cameras like the plague. Soon after Dad, Uncle Martin, on mum’s side, also died. He would always enthusiastically ask me if I remembered him holding me at the hospital when I was born (so proud that he was first). I would always say yes as we laughed.😂 I was still reeling from Guka’s and Charlie’s deaths in Feb when Dad’s health took a turn for the worse that same month. Hardly processing that grief while facing Dad’s deteriorating health. Mentally, in shambles. Physically, in and out of hospitals for Dad’s multiple stays. Failing at holding my life together as Dad’s body gradually failed him. And then he died, and I came undone. I fell into a state, barely seeing beyond tomorrows. Almost catatonic, steeped in pain. Nothing mattered. Except mum and my brothers. If not for family, my friends, and my psychiatrist, I don’t know. But, the clouds are parting. The sun is finding me again. This pain though, is a beautiful pain and in some way I don’t ever want it to end. It’s a beautiful reminder of the big, expansive love that I, we, had the privilege of experiencing while they were here. ‘It is said that all that we love is merely loaned to us, and we must not take our companions for granted. We must uphold our side of that ancient bargain.’ Till we meet again. I love you, always. 🕊️❤️
Today marks 11 weeks since my Dad died. 77 days trying to figure out how to exist in a world where Dad doesn’t. 77 mornings of waking, hoping it’s all a bad dream. Yet it still feels like it was just yesterday. The heartbreak has been indescribable. I have never known a pain like this, I guess because I will never know a love like his. Dad loved us. His love was big, his smile, wide, his laughter hilariously infectious. I miss him. So much. He was my friend, confidante, culinary adventure date, drinking buddy, jokester… my dad. 2 days before Dad, Aunt Josephine, mum’s best friend of 50 years unexpectedly died. She helped mum set up the first ever FB fanpage to support my singing endeavors 15 years ago. I remember being on stage, seeing her in the audience with mum bawling her eyes out. 😭She avoided cameras like the plague. Soon after Dad, Uncle Martin, on mum’s side, also died. He would always enthusiastically ask me if I remembered him holding me at the hospital when I was born (so proud that he was first). I would always say yes as we laughed.😂 I was still reeling from Guka’s and Charlie’s deaths in Feb when Dad’s health took a turn for the worse that same month. Hardly processing that grief while facing Dad’s deteriorating health. Mentally, in shambles. Physically, in and out of hospitals for Dad’s multiple stays. Failing at holding my life together as Dad’s body gradually failed him. And then he died, and I came undone. I fell into a state, barely seeing beyond tomorrows. Almost catatonic, steeped in pain. Nothing mattered. Except mum and my brothers. If not for family, my friends, and my psychiatrist, I don’t know. But, the clouds are parting. The sun is finding me again. This pain though, is a beautiful pain and in some way I don’t ever want it to end. It’s a beautiful reminder of the big, expansive love that I, we, had the privilege of experiencing while they were here. ‘It is said that all that we love is merely loaned to us, and we must not take our companions for granted. We must uphold our side of that ancient bargain.’ Till we meet again. I love you, always. 🕊️❤️
Today marks 11 weeks since my Dad died. 77 days trying to figure out how to exist in a world where Dad doesn’t. 77 mornings of waking, hoping it’s all a bad dream. Yet it still feels like it was just yesterday. The heartbreak has been indescribable. I have never known a pain like this, I guess because I will never know a love like his. Dad loved us. His love was big, his smile, wide, his laughter hilariously infectious. I miss him. So much. He was my friend, confidante, culinary adventure date, drinking buddy, jokester… my dad. 2 days before Dad, Aunt Josephine, mum’s best friend of 50 years unexpectedly died. She helped mum set up the first ever FB fanpage to support my singing endeavors 15 years ago. I remember being on stage, seeing her in the audience with mum bawling her eyes out. 😭She avoided cameras like the plague. Soon after Dad, Uncle Martin, on mum’s side, also died. He would always enthusiastically ask me if I remembered him holding me at the hospital when I was born (so proud that he was first). I would always say yes as we laughed.😂 I was still reeling from Guka’s and Charlie’s deaths in Feb when Dad’s health took a turn for the worse that same month. Hardly processing that grief while facing Dad’s deteriorating health. Mentally, in shambles. Physically, in and out of hospitals for Dad’s multiple stays. Failing at holding my life together as Dad’s body gradually failed him. And then he died, and I came undone. I fell into a state, barely seeing beyond tomorrows. Almost catatonic, steeped in pain. Nothing mattered. Except mum and my brothers. If not for family, my friends, and my psychiatrist, I don’t know. But, the clouds are parting. The sun is finding me again. This pain though, is a beautiful pain and in some way I don’t ever want it to end. It’s a beautiful reminder of the big, expansive love that I, we, had the privilege of experiencing while they were here. ‘It is said that all that we love is merely loaned to us, and we must not take our companions for granted. We must uphold our side of that ancient bargain.’ Till we meet again. I love you, always. 🕊️❤️
Today marks 11 weeks since my Dad died. 77 days trying to figure out how to exist in a world where Dad doesn’t. 77 mornings of waking, hoping it’s all a bad dream. Yet it still feels like it was just yesterday. The heartbreak has been indescribable. I have never known a pain like this, I guess because I will never know a love like his. Dad loved us. His love was big, his smile, wide, his laughter hilariously infectious. I miss him. So much. He was my friend, confidante, culinary adventure date, drinking buddy, jokester… my dad. 2 days before Dad, Aunt Josephine, mum’s best friend of 50 years unexpectedly died. She helped mum set up the first ever FB fanpage to support my singing endeavors 15 years ago. I remember being on stage, seeing her in the audience with mum bawling her eyes out. 😭She avoided cameras like the plague. Soon after Dad, Uncle Martin, on mum’s side, also died. He would always enthusiastically ask me if I remembered him holding me at the hospital when I was born (so proud that he was first). I would always say yes as we laughed.😂 I was still reeling from Guka’s and Charlie’s deaths in Feb when Dad’s health took a turn for the worse that same month. Hardly processing that grief while facing Dad’s deteriorating health. Mentally, in shambles. Physically, in and out of hospitals for Dad’s multiple stays. Failing at holding my life together as Dad’s body gradually failed him. And then he died, and I came undone. I fell into a state, barely seeing beyond tomorrows. Almost catatonic, steeped in pain. Nothing mattered. Except mum and my brothers. If not for family, my friends, and my psychiatrist, I don’t know. But, the clouds are parting. The sun is finding me again. This pain though, is a beautiful pain and in some way I don’t ever want it to end. It’s a beautiful reminder of the big, expansive love that I, we, had the privilege of experiencing while they were here. ‘It is said that all that we love is merely loaned to us, and we must not take our companions for granted. We must uphold our side of that ancient bargain.’ Till we meet again. I love you, always. 🕊️❤️
Today marks 11 weeks since my Dad died. 77 days trying to figure out how to exist in a world where Dad doesn’t. 77 mornings of waking, hoping it’s all a bad dream. Yet it still feels like it was just yesterday. The heartbreak has been indescribable. I have never known a pain like this, I guess because I will never know a love like his. Dad loved us. His love was big, his smile, wide, his laughter hilariously infectious. I miss him. So much. He was my friend, confidante, culinary adventure date, drinking buddy, jokester… my dad. 2 days before Dad, Aunt Josephine, mum’s best friend of 50 years unexpectedly died. She helped mum set up the first ever FB fanpage to support my singing endeavors 15 years ago. I remember being on stage, seeing her in the audience with mum bawling her eyes out. 😭She avoided cameras like the plague. Soon after Dad, Uncle Martin, on mum’s side, also died. He would always enthusiastically ask me if I remembered him holding me at the hospital when I was born (so proud that he was first). I would always say yes as we laughed.😂 I was still reeling from Guka’s and Charlie’s deaths in Feb when Dad’s health took a turn for the worse that same month. Hardly processing that grief while facing Dad’s deteriorating health. Mentally, in shambles. Physically, in and out of hospitals for Dad’s multiple stays. Failing at holding my life together as Dad’s body gradually failed him. And then he died, and I came undone. I fell into a state, barely seeing beyond tomorrows. Almost catatonic, steeped in pain. Nothing mattered. Except mum and my brothers. If not for family, my friends, and my psychiatrist, I don’t know. But, the clouds are parting. The sun is finding me again. This pain though, is a beautiful pain and in some way I don’t ever want it to end. It’s a beautiful reminder of the big, expansive love that I, we, had the privilege of experiencing while they were here. ‘It is said that all that we love is merely loaned to us, and we must not take our companions for granted. We must uphold our side of that ancient bargain.’ Till we meet again. I love you, always. 🕊️❤️
Today marks 11 weeks since my Dad died. 77 days trying to figure out how to exist in a world where Dad doesn’t. 77 mornings of waking, hoping it’s all a bad dream. Yet it still feels like it was just yesterday. The heartbreak has been indescribable. I have never known a pain like this, I guess because I will never know a love like his. Dad loved us. His love was big, his smile, wide, his laughter hilariously infectious. I miss him. So much. He was my friend, confidante, culinary adventure date, drinking buddy, jokester… my dad. 2 days before Dad, Aunt Josephine, mum’s best friend of 50 years unexpectedly died. She helped mum set up the first ever FB fanpage to support my singing endeavors 15 years ago. I remember being on stage, seeing her in the audience with mum bawling her eyes out. 😭She avoided cameras like the plague. Soon after Dad, Uncle Martin, on mum’s side, also died. He would always enthusiastically ask me if I remembered him holding me at the hospital when I was born (so proud that he was first). I would always say yes as we laughed.😂 I was still reeling from Guka’s and Charlie’s deaths in Feb when Dad’s health took a turn for the worse that same month. Hardly processing that grief while facing Dad’s deteriorating health. Mentally, in shambles. Physically, in and out of hospitals for Dad’s multiple stays. Failing at holding my life together as Dad’s body gradually failed him. And then he died, and I came undone. I fell into a state, barely seeing beyond tomorrows. Almost catatonic, steeped in pain. Nothing mattered. Except mum and my brothers. If not for family, my friends, and my psychiatrist, I don’t know. But, the clouds are parting. The sun is finding me again. This pain though, is a beautiful pain and in some way I don’t ever want it to end. It’s a beautiful reminder of the big, expansive love that I, we, had the privilege of experiencing while they were here. ‘It is said that all that we love is merely loaned to us, and we must not take our companions for granted. We must uphold our side of that ancient bargain.’ Till we meet again. I love you, always. 🕊️❤️
Today marks 11 weeks since my Dad died. 77 days trying to figure out how to exist in a world where Dad doesn’t. 77 mornings of waking, hoping it’s all a bad dream. Yet it still feels like it was just yesterday. The heartbreak has been indescribable. I have never known a pain like this, I guess because I will never know a love like his. Dad loved us. His love was big, his smile, wide, his laughter hilariously infectious. I miss him. So much. He was my friend, confidante, culinary adventure date, drinking buddy, jokester… my dad. 2 days before Dad, Aunt Josephine, mum’s best friend of 50 years unexpectedly died. She helped mum set up the first ever FB fanpage to support my singing endeavors 15 years ago. I remember being on stage, seeing her in the audience with mum bawling her eyes out. 😭She avoided cameras like the plague. Soon after Dad, Uncle Martin, on mum’s side, also died. He would always enthusiastically ask me if I remembered him holding me at the hospital when I was born (so proud that he was first). I would always say yes as we laughed.😂 I was still reeling from Guka’s and Charlie’s deaths in Feb when Dad’s health took a turn for the worse that same month. Hardly processing that grief while facing Dad’s deteriorating health. Mentally, in shambles. Physically, in and out of hospitals for Dad’s multiple stays. Failing at holding my life together as Dad’s body gradually failed him. And then he died, and I came undone. I fell into a state, barely seeing beyond tomorrows. Almost catatonic, steeped in pain. Nothing mattered. Except mum and my brothers. If not for family, my friends, and my psychiatrist, I don’t know. But, the clouds are parting. The sun is finding me again. This pain though, is a beautiful pain and in some way I don’t ever want it to end. It’s a beautiful reminder of the big, expansive love that I, we, had the privilege of experiencing while they were here. ‘It is said that all that we love is merely loaned to us, and we must not take our companions for granted. We must uphold our side of that ancient bargain.’ Till we meet again. I love you, always. 🕊️❤️
Today marks 11 weeks since my Dad died. 77 days trying to figure out how to exist in a world where Dad doesn’t. 77 mornings of waking, hoping it’s all a bad dream. Yet it still feels like it was just yesterday. The heartbreak has been indescribable. I have never known a pain like this, I guess because I will never know a love like his. Dad loved us. His love was big, his smile, wide, his laughter hilariously infectious. I miss him. So much. He was my friend, confidante, culinary adventure date, drinking buddy, jokester… my dad. 2 days before Dad, Aunt Josephine, mum’s best friend of 50 years unexpectedly died. She helped mum set up the first ever FB fanpage to support my singing endeavors 15 years ago. I remember being on stage, seeing her in the audience with mum bawling her eyes out. 😭She avoided cameras like the plague. Soon after Dad, Uncle Martin, on mum’s side, also died. He would always enthusiastically ask me if I remembered him holding me at the hospital when I was born (so proud that he was first). I would always say yes as we laughed.😂 I was still reeling from Guka’s and Charlie’s deaths in Feb when Dad’s health took a turn for the worse that same month. Hardly processing that grief while facing Dad’s deteriorating health. Mentally, in shambles. Physically, in and out of hospitals for Dad’s multiple stays. Failing at holding my life together as Dad’s body gradually failed him. And then he died, and I came undone. I fell into a state, barely seeing beyond tomorrows. Almost catatonic, steeped in pain. Nothing mattered. Except mum and my brothers. If not for family, my friends, and my psychiatrist, I don’t know. But, the clouds are parting. The sun is finding me again. This pain though, is a beautiful pain and in some way I don’t ever want it to end. It’s a beautiful reminder of the big, expansive love that I, we, had the privilege of experiencing while they were here. ‘It is said that all that we love is merely loaned to us, and we must not take our companions for granted. We must uphold our side of that ancient bargain.’ Till we meet again. I love you, always. 🕊️❤️
Today marks 11 weeks since my Dad died. 77 days trying to figure out how to exist in a world where Dad doesn’t. 77 mornings of waking, hoping it’s all a bad dream. Yet it still feels like it was just yesterday. The heartbreak has been indescribable. I have never known a pain like this, I guess because I will never know a love like his. Dad loved us. His love was big, his smile, wide, his laughter hilariously infectious. I miss him. So much. He was my friend, confidante, culinary adventure date, drinking buddy, jokester… my dad. 2 days before Dad, Aunt Josephine, mum’s best friend of 50 years unexpectedly died. She helped mum set up the first ever FB fanpage to support my singing endeavors 15 years ago. I remember being on stage, seeing her in the audience with mum bawling her eyes out. 😭She avoided cameras like the plague. Soon after Dad, Uncle Martin, on mum’s side, also died. He would always enthusiastically ask me if I remembered him holding me at the hospital when I was born (so proud that he was first). I would always say yes as we laughed.😂 I was still reeling from Guka’s and Charlie’s deaths in Feb when Dad’s health took a turn for the worse that same month. Hardly processing that grief while facing Dad’s deteriorating health. Mentally, in shambles. Physically, in and out of hospitals for Dad’s multiple stays. Failing at holding my life together as Dad’s body gradually failed him. And then he died, and I came undone. I fell into a state, barely seeing beyond tomorrows. Almost catatonic, steeped in pain. Nothing mattered. Except mum and my brothers. If not for family, my friends, and my psychiatrist, I don’t know. But, the clouds are parting. The sun is finding me again. This pain though, is a beautiful pain and in some way I don’t ever want it to end. It’s a beautiful reminder of the big, expansive love that I, we, had the privilege of experiencing while they were here. ‘It is said that all that we love is merely loaned to us, and we must not take our companions for granted. We must uphold our side of that ancient bargain.’ Till we meet again. I love you, always. 🕊️❤️
Today marks 11 weeks since my Dad died. 77 days trying to figure out how to exist in a world where Dad doesn’t. 77 mornings of waking, hoping it’s all a bad dream. Yet it still feels like it was just yesterday. The heartbreak has been indescribable. I have never known a pain like this, I guess because I will never know a love like his. Dad loved us. His love was big, his smile, wide, his laughter hilariously infectious. I miss him. So much. He was my friend, confidante, culinary adventure date, drinking buddy, jokester… my dad. 2 days before Dad, Aunt Josephine, mum’s best friend of 50 years unexpectedly died. She helped mum set up the first ever FB fanpage to support my singing endeavors 15 years ago. I remember being on stage, seeing her in the audience with mum bawling her eyes out. 😭She avoided cameras like the plague. Soon after Dad, Uncle Martin, on mum’s side, also died. He would always enthusiastically ask me if I remembered him holding me at the hospital when I was born (so proud that he was first). I would always say yes as we laughed.😂 I was still reeling from Guka’s and Charlie’s deaths in Feb when Dad’s health took a turn for the worse that same month. Hardly processing that grief while facing Dad’s deteriorating health. Mentally, in shambles. Physically, in and out of hospitals for Dad’s multiple stays. Failing at holding my life together as Dad’s body gradually failed him. And then he died, and I came undone. I fell into a state, barely seeing beyond tomorrows. Almost catatonic, steeped in pain. Nothing mattered. Except mum and my brothers. If not for family, my friends, and my psychiatrist, I don’t know. But, the clouds are parting. The sun is finding me again. This pain though, is a beautiful pain and in some way I don’t ever want it to end. It’s a beautiful reminder of the big, expansive love that I, we, had the privilege of experiencing while they were here. ‘It is said that all that we love is merely loaned to us, and we must not take our companions for granted. We must uphold our side of that ancient bargain.’ Till we meet again. I love you, always. 🕊️❤️
Today marks 11 weeks since my Dad died. 77 days trying to figure out how to exist in a world where Dad doesn’t. 77 mornings of waking, hoping it’s all a bad dream. Yet it still feels like it was just yesterday. The heartbreak has been indescribable. I have never known a pain like this, I guess because I will never know a love like his. Dad loved us. His love was big, his smile, wide, his laughter hilariously infectious. I miss him. So much. He was my friend, confidante, culinary adventure date, drinking buddy, jokester… my dad. 2 days before Dad, Aunt Josephine, mum’s best friend of 50 years unexpectedly died. She helped mum set up the first ever FB fanpage to support my singing endeavors 15 years ago. I remember being on stage, seeing her in the audience with mum bawling her eyes out. 😭She avoided cameras like the plague. Soon after Dad, Uncle Martin, on mum’s side, also died. He would always enthusiastically ask me if I remembered him holding me at the hospital when I was born (so proud that he was first). I would always say yes as we laughed.😂 I was still reeling from Guka’s and Charlie’s deaths in Feb when Dad’s health took a turn for the worse that same month. Hardly processing that grief while facing Dad’s deteriorating health. Mentally, in shambles. Physically, in and out of hospitals for Dad’s multiple stays. Failing at holding my life together as Dad’s body gradually failed him. And then he died, and I came undone. I fell into a state, barely seeing beyond tomorrows. Almost catatonic, steeped in pain. Nothing mattered. Except mum and my brothers. If not for family, my friends, and my psychiatrist, I don’t know. But, the clouds are parting. The sun is finding me again. This pain though, is a beautiful pain and in some way I don’t ever want it to end. It’s a beautiful reminder of the big, expansive love that I, we, had the privilege of experiencing while they were here. ‘It is said that all that we love is merely loaned to us, and we must not take our companions for granted. We must uphold our side of that ancient bargain.’ Till we meet again. I love you, always. 🕊️❤️
Today marks 11 weeks since my Dad died. 77 days trying to figure out how to exist in a world where Dad doesn’t. 77 mornings of waking, hoping it’s all a bad dream. Yet it still feels like it was just yesterday. The heartbreak has been indescribable. I have never known a pain like this, I guess because I will never know a love like his. Dad loved us. His love was big, his smile, wide, his laughter hilariously infectious. I miss him. So much. He was my friend, confidante, culinary adventure date, drinking buddy, jokester… my dad. 2 days before Dad, Aunt Josephine, mum’s best friend of 50 years unexpectedly died. She helped mum set up the first ever FB fanpage to support my singing endeavors 15 years ago. I remember being on stage, seeing her in the audience with mum bawling her eyes out. 😭She avoided cameras like the plague. Soon after Dad, Uncle Martin, on mum’s side, also died. He would always enthusiastically ask me if I remembered him holding me at the hospital when I was born (so proud that he was first). I would always say yes as we laughed.😂 I was still reeling from Guka’s and Charlie’s deaths in Feb when Dad’s health took a turn for the worse that same month. Hardly processing that grief while facing Dad’s deteriorating health. Mentally, in shambles. Physically, in and out of hospitals for Dad’s multiple stays. Failing at holding my life together as Dad’s body gradually failed him. And then he died, and I came undone. I fell into a state, barely seeing beyond tomorrows. Almost catatonic, steeped in pain. Nothing mattered. Except mum and my brothers. If not for family, my friends, and my psychiatrist, I don’t know. But, the clouds are parting. The sun is finding me again. This pain though, is a beautiful pain and in some way I don’t ever want it to end. It’s a beautiful reminder of the big, expansive love that I, we, had the privilege of experiencing while they were here. ‘It is said that all that we love is merely loaned to us, and we must not take our companions for granted. We must uphold our side of that ancient bargain.’ Till we meet again. I love you, always. 🕊️❤️
Today marks 11 weeks since my Dad died. 77 days trying to figure out how to exist in a world where Dad doesn’t. 77 mornings of waking, hoping it’s all a bad dream. Yet it still feels like it was just yesterday. The heartbreak has been indescribable. I have never known a pain like this, I guess because I will never know a love like his. Dad loved us. His love was big, his smile, wide, his laughter hilariously infectious. I miss him. So much. He was my friend, confidante, culinary adventure date, drinking buddy, jokester… my dad. 2 days before Dad, Aunt Josephine, mum’s best friend of 50 years unexpectedly died. She helped mum set up the first ever FB fanpage to support my singing endeavors 15 years ago. I remember being on stage, seeing her in the audience with mum bawling her eyes out. 😭She avoided cameras like the plague. Soon after Dad, Uncle Martin, on mum’s side, also died. He would always enthusiastically ask me if I remembered him holding me at the hospital when I was born (so proud that he was first). I would always say yes as we laughed.😂 I was still reeling from Guka’s and Charlie’s deaths in Feb when Dad’s health took a turn for the worse that same month. Hardly processing that grief while facing Dad’s deteriorating health. Mentally, in shambles. Physically, in and out of hospitals for Dad’s multiple stays. Failing at holding my life together as Dad’s body gradually failed him. And then he died, and I came undone. I fell into a state, barely seeing beyond tomorrows. Almost catatonic, steeped in pain. Nothing mattered. Except mum and my brothers. If not for family, my friends, and my psychiatrist, I don’t know. But, the clouds are parting. The sun is finding me again. This pain though, is a beautiful pain and in some way I don’t ever want it to end. It’s a beautiful reminder of the big, expansive love that I, we, had the privilege of experiencing while they were here. ‘It is said that all that we love is merely loaned to us, and we must not take our companions for granted. We must uphold our side of that ancient bargain.’ Till we meet again. I love you, always. 🕊️❤️
Today marks 11 weeks since my Dad died. 77 days trying to figure out how to exist in a world where Dad doesn’t. 77 mornings of waking, hoping it’s all a bad dream. Yet it still feels like it was just yesterday. The heartbreak has been indescribable. I have never known a pain like this, I guess because I will never know a love like his. Dad loved us. His love was big, his smile, wide, his laughter hilariously infectious. I miss him. So much. He was my friend, confidante, culinary adventure date, drinking buddy, jokester… my dad. 2 days before Dad, Aunt Josephine, mum’s best friend of 50 years unexpectedly died. She helped mum set up the first ever FB fanpage to support my singing endeavors 15 years ago. I remember being on stage, seeing her in the audience with mum bawling her eyes out. 😭She avoided cameras like the plague. Soon after Dad, Uncle Martin, on mum’s side, also died. He would always enthusiastically ask me if I remembered him holding me at the hospital when I was born (so proud that he was first). I would always say yes as we laughed.😂 I was still reeling from Guka’s and Charlie’s deaths in Feb when Dad’s health took a turn for the worse that same month. Hardly processing that grief while facing Dad’s deteriorating health. Mentally, in shambles. Physically, in and out of hospitals for Dad’s multiple stays. Failing at holding my life together as Dad’s body gradually failed him. And then he died, and I came undone. I fell into a state, barely seeing beyond tomorrows. Almost catatonic, steeped in pain. Nothing mattered. Except mum and my brothers. If not for family, my friends, and my psychiatrist, I don’t know. But, the clouds are parting. The sun is finding me again. This pain though, is a beautiful pain and in some way I don’t ever want it to end. It’s a beautiful reminder of the big, expansive love that I, we, had the privilege of experiencing while they were here. ‘It is said that all that we love is merely loaned to us, and we must not take our companions for granted. We must uphold our side of that ancient bargain.’ Till we meet again. I love you, always. 🕊️❤️
Today marks 11 weeks since my Dad died. 77 days trying to figure out how to exist in a world where Dad doesn’t. 77 mornings of waking, hoping it’s all a bad dream. Yet it still feels like it was just yesterday. The heartbreak has been indescribable. I have never known a pain like this, I guess because I will never know a love like his. Dad loved us. His love was big, his smile, wide, his laughter hilariously infectious. I miss him. So much. He was my friend, confidante, culinary adventure date, drinking buddy, jokester… my dad. 2 days before Dad, Aunt Josephine, mum’s best friend of 50 years unexpectedly died. She helped mum set up the first ever FB fanpage to support my singing endeavors 15 years ago. I remember being on stage, seeing her in the audience with mum bawling her eyes out. 😭She avoided cameras like the plague. Soon after Dad, Uncle Martin, on mum’s side, also died. He would always enthusiastically ask me if I remembered him holding me at the hospital when I was born (so proud that he was first). I would always say yes as we laughed.😂 I was still reeling from Guka’s and Charlie’s deaths in Feb when Dad’s health took a turn for the worse that same month. Hardly processing that grief while facing Dad’s deteriorating health. Mentally, in shambles. Physically, in and out of hospitals for Dad’s multiple stays. Failing at holding my life together as Dad’s body gradually failed him. And then he died, and I came undone. I fell into a state, barely seeing beyond tomorrows. Almost catatonic, steeped in pain. Nothing mattered. Except mum and my brothers. If not for family, my friends, and my psychiatrist, I don’t know. But, the clouds are parting. The sun is finding me again. This pain though, is a beautiful pain and in some way I don’t ever want it to end. It’s a beautiful reminder of the big, expansive love that I, we, had the privilege of experiencing while they were here. ‘It is said that all that we love is merely loaned to us, and we must not take our companions for granted. We must uphold our side of that ancient bargain.’ Till we meet again. I love you, always. 🕊️❤️
Couldn’t have said it any better. We have not forgotten. #RejectFinanceBill2024
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