3:30 am and I can't sleep. Today is my dad's birthday, the only day I hate more is the day he died. This June will be 5 years since he passed. I thought by now I would hurt less, but it seems I just miss him more. I can get by not dwelling on it, but knowing that my aunt and uncle, my mom, brother and nephew are all coming over tonight for dinner like we do every year is hard. We talk about what a great man he was and we write on balloons and let them go. My kids love it and it is a great way to make him part of their lives. My heart breaks though. My daughter will never know how it feels to be completely adored by him. My son has a mind full of great memories though and I am thankful for that.
My dad was the best kind of person. I feel like I should be more ok by now. He was 56, it was sudden and it was not fair. I guess losing someone you love never is though. Does it ever get any better? When?
My dad was the best kind of person. I feel like I should be more ok by now. He was 56, it was sudden and it was not fair. I guess losing someone you love never is though. Does it ever get any better? When?