My father’s death a decade ago left a wound that time has failed to heal.

Even after all this time, the anguish is still exactly the same as it was on that awful day. For the last 10 years, losing him has shaped my emotional landscape more than any momentary sorrow. It was a deep and permanent loss.

The day Dad left is stuck in my mind like a sad song. The air was heavy with sadness, and everything felt slow as I realized he was gone. After he left, there was a lot happening—people saying condolences and us planning the funeral. Each moment was filled with misery. I couldn’t find the right words to express how we felt.

Right after my dad passed away, everything felt strange, like I was walking through a thick fog of sadness. Easy things became really hard, and our house felt empty without him. Everywhere I looked, I saw memories, and things around me reminded me of the past, making it sink in that he was gone.

I can’t help but think about him when I go back to that difficult period of my life. He was so loving, hardworking, and wise. It was an indelible sadness that went beyond the physical world and struck at the very center of my being. Throughout the years that have passed, I’ve come to understand that the grief of losing a loved one—especially a father—becomes an essential component of one’s identity and is not something that can be easily overcome.

How do we grieve for someone we lost?

Grieving after losing someone isn’t a straightforward path; it’s like a journey with ups and downs, good times and tough times. Some days, the sadness is not too strong, and I can handle it. But sometimes, the sadness comes back very strong and surprises me. In those times, I’m reminded that healing is not a one-time thing, but it’s ongoing and always changing.

Here are the ways on how I coped up:

🩶 I cried a lot. Sometimes the tears just poured out, and it felt like I couldn’t stop them. It hurt so much to realize that he was gone.

🩶 I talked to him. Even though he wasn’t physically there, I found comfort in speaking to him out loud. It made me feel like he was still listening, even if he couldn’t respond.

🩶 I surrounded myself with memories of him. Looking at old photos and hearing stories about him from family and friends helped me feel closer to him, like he was still a part of my life.

🩶 I let myself feel angry. Losing him felt unfair, and I couldn’t help but be mad about it sometimes. Letting out that anger helped me to release some of the pain I was feeling.

🩶 I allowed myself to heal at my own pace. Grief doesn’t have a timeline, and I learned to be patient with myself as I dealt with the pain of losing him. Each day was a step forward, even if it felt like a small one.

Not just a figure in my life, my father was a constant source of affection that molded my perspective on the world, as well as my rock and my source of strength during uncertain times. Time and comfort could not replace the emptiness left by losing him. The pain never goes away, as though time has turned into a harsh reminder of the moments we will never be able to spend together.

The milestones that followed—birthdays, graduations, and achievements—were bittersweet. The one person I really wanted to share my triumph with was not there, and that overwhelmed my delight. The emptiness left by his absence grew wider with each passing year, a gap that no amount of time could fill.

Alone with my thoughts, I often think about the conversations we never had, the advice I never asked for, and the moments we never shared. It makes me sad to know I can’t make new memories with him. The future, which used to seem full of possibilities, now feels like something’s missing.

One tough thing I dealt with was people thinking I should “move on” or “get over it.” Grief doesn’t follow a schedule, and the hurt from losing a parent doesn’t just go away as time passes. Instead, it becomes a part of who you are, affecting how you see things and the choices you make.

The Lessons I Learned from Losing My Dad at a Very Young Age

💜 I learned to appreciate the little things in life. From the sound of my dad’s laughter to his warm hugs, I hold onto those memories tightly. They bring me comfort and remind me of the beautiful moments we shared.

💜 It made me realize the fragility of life. Seeing someone I loved dearly pass away unexpectedly made me more aware of my own mortality. It motivated me to live life to the fullest and pursue my dreams without delay.

💜 It taught me resilience. Even though I felt like giving up at times, I had to keep going. I had to learn to keep up with life without my dad by my side, and that made me stronger.

💜 I realized the importance of expressing love and appreciation while we still have the chance. I wish I had told my dad how much he meant to me more often. Now, I make sure to express my feelings to the people I care about before it’s too late.

💜 I learned that life can change in an instant. One moment, I was laughing with my dad, the next, he was gone. It taught me to cherish every moment and not take anything for granted.

As I go through life without my father, I know the sadness won’t completely go away. But his love still stays alive in the things he taught me and the values he shared. I’m thankful for having an amazing dad, and I’ll always be grateful.

As I carry the weight of this forever heartbreak, I remember that feeling sad is not a sign of being weak but shows how strong the love between us was. Even though my father isn’t here with me anymore, his spirit leads me, his love keeps me going, and memories of him stay in my heart.

In life, moments go by quickly, and time passes like sand slipping through your fingers. Ten years ago, I lost my father, and the pain of that lasting sadness stays with me. It reminds me that life is delicate and that our loved ones are valuable. Enjoy the moment, hug your loved ones, and appreciate every time you laugh or talk quietly together. Don’t wait too long; create memories that stay with you because time doesn’t wait.

Did you just lose a loved one? How did you find strength and comfort in dealing with the situation? Share in the comment section below!

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Angelica Reyes

Who I am is like a daily puzzle, but when I get it right, everything just falls into place. I'm a working mom, a devoted wife, and a mother. Balancing these roles is a challenge and so I prioritize my tasks, making sure I’m putting my energy where it counts. Feel free to benefit from my thoughts and ideas shared on this blog!

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2 comments on “No, Time Does Not Heal All Sorrows!

  1. I can really relate to that blog. Time hasn’t healed all my sorrows either. It’s like some pains are just stuck, no matter how much time passes.😌

  2. I can really relate to this blog. Time hasn’t healed all my sorrows either. It’s like some pains are just stuck, no matter how much time passes.

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