My father died of a sudden heart attack 41 years ago. He died at home and I saw him taken away. I was 12 at the time. I’ve never been able to fully grieve this loss. I’ve learned through therapy that my mother is emotionally neglectful and narcissistic. Emotions are difficult for me to name and express. My grief is further complicated by the loss of my first son at six weeks old, born prematurely with a heart defect. I was blessed with three other sons. The unfortunate side to my life is that I am emotionally trapped in a 32 year marriage with an overt narcissist. I’m working on healing. It is a slow journey, but I’m glad to be here.
