Childhood Loss
I've never really found a community of other adults who lost a parent as children. I have friends whose parents divorced and they became estranged from a parent, and other friends who have sadly lost a parent as young adults, but it's not quite the same pain. On Father's Day last weekend I felt a bit sad. Nothing major, and nothing that prevented me from getting on with my day. Just a bit sad. It's a pain I carry always, that part of me frozen in time on the Sunday afternoon when my dad died in 1993. On this year's Father's Day, I wondered if anyone had an idea how I feel, to the extent that anyone can given how individual an experience bereavement is. I'm eager to seek common ground in all human experiences lately, and a community of this kind has a particular draw for me. When my granda died in 2004, my mum told me she finally knew how my sister and I felt. But we were children. Her trauma was a very adult one culminating three years of intensive