Grief Has Changed The Way I Parent My Teenagers

My teenaged son walked in the door from school and I caught a glimpse of my father. It was fleeting, lasting only milliseconds, but for a tiny moment in time, I could see the way my father’s features had melded with my son’s.

And, as it happens during those moments, my heart broke a little bit. Again.

Because that’s what grieving does to you.

My father died six years ago and my children were small. Both were unable to grasp the reality that the man who read them bedtime stories and bragged ab...