grief

March 10

March 10, 9/11, and the Titanic Three years ago on March 10, we lost my dad. He had had some health issues but nothing we thought was life threatening. So his death came as a shock. But I don’t suppose grieving his loss would be diminished had we known. I hate this day. I find myself getting irritable and weepy days before I remember what’s coming. Somehow my body knows before my conscious mind. I still struggle with what to do on March 10th. It’s like a personal 9/11 or the anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic to me. …