My dad died of a heart attack - unexpectedly on his mother's birthday in July 2016. "He went peacefully, he didn't suffer"...blah blah. No words are consoling - the grief is forever and so is the loss. Dads are just such special people, they let us know 'everything will be ok' no matter how old we are.
I have nothing to say aside the trite 'sorry for your loss' - and this piece touched me. Hugs from a stranger on the internet. The first year is hell (or was for me, not a day went by when I didn't wake up thinking about him), the second year I'm finally accepting...please make time to grieve. It's essential.
Yes they are special. I'm generally not at a loss for things to say, particularly when writing, but right now I'm having a hard time putting sentences together. There's nothing trite about what you said here however, you know exactly where I'm at, returning the hug and perhaps we won't stay strangers- I've made some amazing, lasting friendships on this site.
You did a beautiful job with sentences in this post ;-) I hope so too!!