Tag: dad

  • Jenna

    To you, Dadio

    Where are you? When I’m angry at you for leaving. When a shit-storm is passing through our family and the world. When the comfort of home is far out of reach. When I look through hundreds of recent photos and you’re not in one. When nothing makes sense, nothing goes right and grief rages on. When a beautiful baby boy…

  • Jenna

    What If It’s Great?

    I couldn’t walk after my dad died. My anxiety was crippling. I thought I was also going to die. The grief had manifested so physically that I could barely get up. Every type of food made me nauseous like I was back in my first trimester of pregnancy. I had to stop breastfeeding my 4-month-old daughter because I had nothing…

  • Jenna

    The Summer of Life and Death

    I’ve lived 31 years without knowing what grief is. I know about death. People die all the time. Just not people who are ingrained in my DNA, my every memory, my childhood, and my entire existence up to one moment. From one moment to the next, my life became unrecognizable.  I’ve been propelled into an alternate universe where I feel…

  • Jenna

    My Dad Showed Up

    My dad showed up.  He showed up every day to work as a compassionate and intelligent boss, a quietly confident role model, never once taking a sick day. He showed up every day as a dad, in steadfast love, support, advice and compassion. He showed up to every soccer game and track meet with a smile, like he wouldn’t rather…