Today is February 9th. I love talking about my favorite things with almost anyone - whether that be Taylor Swift, Disneyland, Star Wars or some of my favorite TV shows. But lately, I’ve come to realize why one piece of media is so special to me. For the past two seasons, “This Is Us” has become the breakout hit and it’s been fun to see so many people get behind a show that I (and so many others) relate to- from the familial struggles of being strapped for cash, growing up adopted with family and a community different than you, and being heartbroken from loss.
Since losing my own dad almost three years ago, the intensity of pain has sadly not shifted as I was promised “time” would allow. I still find myself in very dark holes and I’ve found that it has caused me to drift from many people, especially those around my own age. Watching and talking about “This is Us” has been so special for me, because even though most people never knew my Dad, I get to have open conversations on the severity of loss, and hear empathy every week. My dad was a lot like Jack Pearson - he was a veteran that had flaws with haunting consequences, he sometimes struggled to provide for his family - but against it all, he loved me and my siblings more than anything.
So today, on what would be his 72nd birthday, I’m really sad thinking of him. But I remind myself to rely on what he did when he faced struggle - kindness and loving unconditionally.