This morning I was talking to my daughter, now grown. It has been nine years since her father died.
"I don't think I've totally worked that through," she told me. "I think I still need to grieve that loss. You know how when you're little, your daddy keeps you safe. And when he dies, there's no one to keep you safe anymore."
I'm so grateful she felt her daddy kept her safe. But >You know how when you're little, your daddy keeps you safe. And when he dies, there's no one to keep you safe anymore.< I couldn't identify with that statement at all. Maybe my daddy kept me safe from other dangers and predators but no one kept me safe from him. So his death years later made no difference at all.
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