Things keep changing in my life. On April 9th, my father died. His death was unexpected. He became ill and was hospitalized. He was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer on a Sunday. By the following Saturday, he was dead. The unexpectedness of his death, caught me off guard. I thought he would be around for several more years. There were still grandchildren that he needed to see grow up. Sometimes, though, things don’t go as we would like for them to go. I am still processing his death and there are moments it strikes me in unexpected ways.
While discussing a bill on the phone with a company that had made a mistake in applying previous payments to my account, I was overwhelmed with the grief of his passing. I began to shake and could barely talk to the representative on the telephone.
Sometimes, grief hits us in these least expected of moments. I wonder how many such moment still lie ahead.
