Today is for remembering my father, who passed away two months ago.
Today was for weeping.
Today was for finally writing down the words I mean when I say “I’m Ok”, for capturing the poetry that now lives alongside my grief.
Today was for hikes that let me cry behind sunglasses and express gratitude for love and life at the same time.
Today was for normalising grief and finally accepting that I can’t outrun it.
But mostly, it was for remembering my father.
Ify
Written April 2024, Blue Mountains, Australia