In moving photo series, woman captures her parents waving goodbye to her for 27 years
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In moving photo series, woman captures her parents waving goodbye to her for 27 years
https://fed.brid.gy/r/https://www.upworthy.com/leaving-and-waving-parents-27-years-photo-series-ex1/
Dear Dad, A Letter From Your Daughter
Dear Dad, I felt betrayed when you died, for not taking me with you. For leaving me behind. For abandoning me. I still feel that way. I think that is why I get angry at you. I feel like my life lacks meaning and purpose without you, and yet you enable the meaning and purpose that has inspired my courage and will to live. I wish you could tell me why you left. Why I had to be left behind. Your Daughter.https://dreamsofdadblog.wordpress.com/2026/04/27/dear-dad-a-letter-from-your-daughter/
This brief note highlights why the study matters for psychotherapists, social workers, and other mental health professionals: posttraumatic growth—especially increases in personal strength and appreciation of life—relates to better well-being after parental loss in adolescence and young adulthood. It also emphasizes the role of social context and multiple sources of support, including professional help, in fostering growth, underscoring a relational approach to bereavement care.
Article Title: Young people show posttraumatic growth after losing a parent, finding strength, meaning, and appreciation for life
Link to PsyPost Article: ift dot tt/OC7aJzE
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In moving photo series, woman captures her parents waving goodbye to her for 27 years
https://fed.brid.gy/r/https://www.upworthy.com/leaving-and-waving-parents-photo-series-ex1
I need to remember that moving through grief is a long process.
How do you get your joy back?
I reread my old Tumblr and I was SO different before my dad's cancer diagnosis.
I feel like grief has stolen that woman from me: joyous, fearless, daring, gulping all of life down.
Leaving in her place, a more tired woman. Preserving that last spoon.
The only thing is to go through it. Stay present. Look *here* not behind.
I feel like I broke up with myself.
Dad's Celebration of Life brunch service is in 2.5 hours. I'm wearing a rainbow sequined jumpsuit.
He was gay AF, after all. Let's live our truth all the way to the end.
#DadsLump #Grief #ParentalLoss
Picking up the last of dad's private papers from the house. So glad we set up his NOK (next of kin) box last summer/fall. His degrees, certificates are next.
I'll be at his house scheduling house clean out and his internment once we have his ashes.
We had a little too much after dinner last night so we're all hungover. This morning, over pastries and coffee, I wanted so badly to look across the table and see dad cutting his eyes in that way he had as he said something provocative and outrageous.
His absence is becoming more real to me each day.
i'm working on all the comms assets for my dad's Celebration of Life service in 2 weeks and I'm hitting a mental/productivity wall.
Also creating the schedule for the house, following up with an estate lawyer, the final business of closing the accounts once death certificates are ready, dealing with the knowledge that this memorial might be....large.
I want to tell my sister to stop talking to people, but apparently, I'm the only introvert in the family. They're all sharing with their circles and maaaaan....I need everyone to shhhhhh.