Poppy’s story

I lost my dad at 23 and I’m now 28.

There’s no way of describing my grief, because everyone’s is so different. Looking back at when he first died, I reflect on how shock took over my whole being, and I carried on in autopilot for a long time.

Shock is still present now as I don’t think I’ll ever fully understand how someone can be here one minute, and then gone the next. Although now, I have learnt to appreciate all the memories I had with my dad, and I absolutely love talking to about him, and this is more present than the feeling of sadness.

Don’t get me wrong, I grieve everyday for him, sometimes more than others and often random things can trigger it. But now I just love to talk about him, share my memories, and reflect on everything he taught me.

My biggest advice to anyone supporting someone going through loss, is to ask questions, don’t be scared to bring up their loss, as it keeps their memory alive.