July this year was the 2nd anniversary of my father's death by suicide.
There is a saying about the 2 year mark of someone's passing.
3-4 months ago, I was in a bad place. I experienced a wave of grief that was unexpected. I had a couple of vivid dreams where my father and I would be having a discussion. I literally talked in my sleep. When I woke up, I was still talking to him.
I was de moer in with him. I gave him so much shiit in those discussions. I was mad at him. But we talked it out and said friendly goodbyes.
Ever since, I started to feel a little bit better every day.
3 people close to me also confronted me, telling me I have to start living again and stop the Debbie-downer BS.
Which I kind of did. It's going better.
At the end of August I recevied and email from Capital Legacy with a draft L&D account. I scrutinised it and then pissed my eyes out(sad, happy, grateful).
With the finalisation of his estate hanging over me for 2 years like a dark cloud, and now that it's almost at an end, I can start to really close this chapter of my life and move on.
A week ago was my 40th birthday. And some friends insisted that I have a 40th birthday party.
I said, fine, let's do it. I tried to make a guest list. Not even sure who did not come. Doesn't matter. We had fun, and those that were there I am gratefull for.
Friends organised everything, and I said Don't hold back. I am paying for everything, but the one thing I requested was a lekker skaap op die spit.
One of my very close friends made a bit of a speech. And he then turned everyone's attention to the balloons. And there were only 3 red balloons out of all of them. And they were for the 3 people who could not be at my 40th.
My father, my mother, and my sister.


We just have to keep on keeping on. No matter what.
There is always something to live for.