Wednesday, May 20, 2015

The Grief of a Father

Dad had to come home from work today. He fell apart & started crying. I know how that is, I've had a lot of those days this week, when the wave of remembering & missing you crashes into me so hard I can't breathe or do anything but cry. People asking if they can do anything is the worst, there are only two things either of us want; to have you not dead or to not feel this way anymore. You're never coming back & the only thing that will lessen the pain is time, no one can give us those things.

We did get a lot done. The car is packed, we'll sleep a bit & head out early. At least we can fall apart there & no one will judge us in any way.

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