Friday the 13th is known for bringing bad luck. For me Friday the 13th brought the end of my Tata's life and it changed my life. Only one month later and here we are at another Friday the 13th.
Grieving and loss is so strange. I was told that it was going to have its ups and downs, good and bad days. That I would feel not just sadness but anger. They were right. It's been one month and sometimes it hurts more now. Sometimes I wonder how I am suppose to just keep on with this pain. There are other times when I can feel my Tata's presence and I am motivated. I still cry everyday. It was so weird that life just kept going. And at the crazy pace we move, its hard to find time to grieve. To really allow myself to stop and feel whatever it is I am feeling.