Saturday 20.04.19

Woke up and went for a walk. I went and sat down in a park to talk to Dad and cry. The park was Davidson street park (the same street name Dad lived on) I see this as a sign, literally.

At home I search through for photos of Dad.

I read and look out my window and talk to Dad, he tells me he visited the house today and it's a good one :) I cry and he tells me all my spirits are around me, I feel comforted. The book I'm reading tells me it's just my imagination talking back to me.

We go to Coolum for an art show, I'm hesitant but I'm trying to stay open to things and suggestions. Ben points out an elderly couple on a sign and I tell him I'm feeling incredibly sensitive about everything and I cry and he says “you just miss him a lot, don't you?”

At the art gallery, a soft spoken gentlemen talks about creativity and healing and how we tap into something bigger than ourselves when we create. He is very calming.

I'm thinking about our new home, about making a shrine and flower bed for Dad and I start to get inspiration and thoughts in my head.

Ben gets gelato and we walk across to the beach.

On the way home, I spy another rainbow

As we get closer to home, Ben detours to the supermarket I'm not ready to go in just yet but I agree (if I can stick close to Ben) and I do it.

/I'll be sharing a series of diary entries two weeks around my Dad's death