Six months ago, I was surrounded by the beauty of Switzerland when my life quietly divided into before & after.
I remember the mountains.
I remember the air.
The phone call.
My heart breaking.
I can still feel the moment everything shifted.
Grief doesn’t wait for the right setting.
It finds you anyway.
Six months without you, Dad.
Still learning how to live — and how to carry this in the after.
I love you.
If you’re struggling with your mental health, please reach out to someone you trust & a professional.
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