My dad unexpectedly died a couple of weeks ago. To say I am heartbroken and devastated is an understatement. He was my best friend...my go-to person for advice...he was my dad. I have had to do things throughout the last couple of weeks that I do not wish on ANYONE. Saving that logistical nightmare of a story for my book lol. I feel like becoming a parent didn't make me feel like an adult...it was losing a parent that did.
My dad was Jewish and loved the traditions within our religion. So for his funeral I kept it pretty traditional, except for one thing. Shiva. My dad was larger than life. Over 500 people showed up to his funeral...he touched each and every one of them in a different way. Most stories surrounding my dad involve uncontrollable laughter. He was about making people smile...making people feel good...feel loved. So rather than sit shiva, I have decided that for the next 30 days, I will do something every day that reminds me of him. I am calling it #30daysofdady (the one d is an inside joke with us).
From enjoying his favorite bagel and lox, to signing up for my first open mic night (email me if you want to come!)...every day I am celebrating his beautiful life. Of course I have cried at many points along the way, but that goes hand in hand with honoring this great man.
#Day11 might have been my favorite #30daysofdady yet. Whenever my dad came to visit, we would do a spin class. So for #Day11, 12 of my girlfriends joined me for a spin class and dinner. My heart felt so full. Lucky to have these women in my life.
Not sure what days 12-30 will bring but I know my dad will be there for every step of the way. xo
Thank you for taking this journey of grief and celebration of life with me. You can follow along on instagram.