My Current State

I thought I knew what heartbreak was. But nothing breaks hearts like death does.

It's not just my heart that's broken. It's my entire world. When your Daddy dies, it's not just one circumstance of your life that changes. Your whole life does. Everything and everyone else around you stays the same, but somehow, the world is vastly different. Maybe because you are different, and so your relationship with a world otherwise unchanged is different. Or maybe the sameness of everything else adds to the strangeness: how can the rest of the world remain the same, how can life go on as it has, when a huge, gaping hole (in the shape of my Dad, or perhaps in the shape of my heart) has been torn into it?

This is, by far, my biggest heartbreak, and it is one that I haven't the faintest clue how to heal from.

I see people who lost their fathers months, years, decades ago, and they seem to be okay. I wonder, are they really okay, did they really manage to find a way to heal? Or are they, like me, simply on anesthetics to enable them to function in spite of the wounds?

How long can one anesthetize one's emotions before paralyzing them altogether?

How can I function without turning into a zombie?

You keep your emotions at bay, and you keep pushing them away and barring them from emerging to the forefront of your consciousness and saying, not now, not now. But you push them too far back, too many times, and they never return. And gone along with them are all the feelings, all the sensory memories, everything intangible you had of your Dad. He becomes someone in a photograph, a name, someone you know existed, your biological father. But he ceases to become your Dad, because you lose the emotional connections that made him your Dad.

And I don't want to lose my Dad again. You lose him once, your heart breaks. You lose him twice, you lose your humanity, or at least a big part of it.

I have too much to lose. And so, I must find a way to heal, properly, without numbness, without forgetting.