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The worst part of grief, for me, is the realization all over again. Sometimes I forget that my dad died.
I don’t even know if this is what it’ll always feel like, but every Eke Market day, I feel my grief in full force.
Because most days? I genuinely forget that my daddy is gone. I know that sounds silly. But it’s true. I go about life like he’s still here, until something reminds me. And then it hits me, fresh and full, and I start grieving all over again.
When he was alive, I was the one who always booked his rides. I told him not to stress, that I’d be the one to order anything he needed. It was a little thing, but it was ours.
Last week, I was about to step out, and as I opened my ride app, his usual addresses popped up. And in that moment, it hit me: I haven’t booked a ride for my daddy in so long. I will never book a ride for him again. 💔
I couldn’t take it. I just took off my clothes, removed my wig, and went to lie down. This time, I didn’t even cry. I just lay there. Then I slept. Then I woke up. That was it.
But it keeps happening like that—little moments. Normal things. And suddenly, I remember again. And it breaks me. Again.
Maybe when we finally bury him, it will feel different. But for now, it keeps slipping my mind that he’s gone, and every time I remember, it shakes my whole world.