Steven LaChance Blog

I woke up this morning missing my dad. The thought of not being able to talk to him leaves this sickening hole in my heart. The grief takes you by surprise and knocks the wind completely out of you. Something good happens and you want to tell him. Something bad happens and you want to tell him.

I spoke to my dad almost every single day. No matter what I was doing or where I was in the world, once a day, almost like clockwork, I spoke to him. It was our rhythm. Our way of keeping each other close no matter the distance.

Now I find myself reaching for the phone and remembering he is not there. The silence where his voice should be is deafening. He is gone and that need for his steady even advice remains. When part of a foundation is removed the entirety crumbles and needs to be rebuilt. I am rebuilding a world where he no longer exists one brick at a time.

It’s not easy but I am doing my best. Today grief is weighing me down a bit.