Grief – The Scenic Route

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I have always been the type of person who has the mentality of all or nothing.  If i’m going to do something I’m like Nike, Just do it! Unfortunately, this doesn’t apply to everything in life.  Grief is one of those things. See my dad was the patient one. He had lots of patience. Me…not so much. That’s one of the reasons I hated being in the passenger’s seat when he drove.  I just wanted to get there. Get to the next stop. Keep moving.

Dad was more for the scenic route, the long way home, he was never in a rush.

I feel that way with grief.  My dad passed away just over a month ago.  I thought for sure my life wouldn’t go on. And if it did i would just spend days crying and then things would slowly go back to normal.  I’ll cry, I’ll grieve and then it will be over and I’ll be OK. Like a skinned knee, a broken bone, a cold.

Grief is not like that.  Death is not like that.

Each day I wake up is different.  It’s like your life is just the same, yet your life is very different.

Some days you feel angry at the world over what seems like silly things.  You run into someone and they simply say, “Hey, sorry about your dad” and hug you.  One day you may respond, “Thanks!” and smile. Another day you may take a deep breath as you choke back tears because you’re standing in Starbucks and God forbid you cry in the middle of a store in front of all these people who will judge you.  Some days you smile and think of something funny he would have said or just a memory of him pops into your head and it makes you happy.

Then you run into the person who must know you just lost someone close yet they just simply say, “Hi! How are you?” as they make simple conversation, never acknowledging your loss. You smile and chat while inside your head you are having your own conversation.  “Are they serious? MY DAD DIED!! WHY DON’T YOU KNOW MY DAD DIED? YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO TELL ME YOU’RE SORRY!! WHY ARE YOU NOT SAYING YOU’RE SORRY!”

Inside your head you want to punch this person in the face and scream at them.  How can they be so insensitive??

It’s the strangest feeling.  As much as you don’t want to talk about it, you want people to acknowledge it. And when they don’t, it only makes you angry.  And sometimes, you don’t even know if it is just because they simply have no idea or maybe, they just don’t know what to say.


Some days I feel like I walk around looking normal to everyone on the outside.  They must think, “Wow, her dad just died and she seems fine!” But I’m not. Yes, I may look OK.  Yes I still smile. Maybe I smile a little more now because I realize that there may be millions more going through what I am going through and maybe someone needs to see that smile to make it through the day.  But really I just get up, keep moving and fake it a little.

Some days I feel OK and all of a sudden it hits me and I have to run to the ladies room to cry.

I feel like I keep waiting for it to hit me.  Like maybe one day I won’t be able to get out of bed because I will be overcome with grief.  Many days I just feel tired. No tears, just tired. Many days I forget things. I have a great memory most of the time but lately I feel much more forgetful. I often keep myself busy and my calendar full.  Then there are days that I just need to be alone. Even if it’s to sit home and cry by myself. Other days I need to be surrounded by others and maybe even laugh or share stories about my Dad and tell everyone what a great man he was.  I think the scariest thing about grief is that you really don’t know how and when it will hit you. If it will be tears or anxiety or anger. So right now I’m learning to take each moment as it comes. Whether it’s strength or laughter.  If I need to cry, I cry. If I need to nap, I nap. If I need to scream, I scream. Because the one thing that is for certain about grief is that there is no wrong way to experience it, just take it as it comes.

10 thoughts on “Grief – The Scenic Route

  1. You and I definitely share grief of losing a father and everything you said is true for me too. I am so strong… on the outside. I keep myself busy… to avoid the thoughts and sadness I can come to if I am idle. One thing I have learned and sounds like you have too, is that we are not the only ones grieving and we won’t be the last. It is comforting to have that support and encouragement and 5 years later for me – I have learned how to be a better comforter to someone else. You write beautifully. I look forward to reading your blog. You and I both have a love for Starbucks too 🙂 (though, I think Starbucks is the one place no one would judge you if you had a moment shedding tears) ❤

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  2. Elissa not only is this so true, you couldn’t have said it any better. I can tell you from experience, it never completely goes away, it only gets easier to deal with. Sending you lots of healing and love. ❤


  3. I am not sure why I am seeing so many posts on grief but maybe it’s what I need to hear today. I myself have lost a lot of people and could relate to this. My brother died over 20 years and I went back home to visit. At church I broke down and cried in front of everyone; just all that sadness I was holding in. The friend who I was staying with didn’t react at all and I was surprised and hurt; like inside I was thinking she didn’t care. I think she does care; it’s that people respond to grief differently,. But yeah never goes away; we just learn better ways of coping with it. This was a beautiful post; thank you.


    1. Yes, we definitely all respond differently to grief. It’s a very interesting process that I am just beginning. Definitely doesn’t come like I thought. Thank you for reading. It’s nice to have a place to help each other through our pain

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