I lost my father 53 years ago, but it still hurts. Not in the same way as when I first felt it. It’s matured as I have, but it’s still there. A constant reminder of what could have been.

Grief isn’t so much an emotion as a force of nature. It tears and rips lives apart and yet, it comforts as well. Putting all of us into perspective.

I wrote an essay about my dad here on Medium .. if you’re interested.

https://medium.com/@joeluca50/i-lost-my-father-but-found-my-dad-a9026a2bf1f6