Dealing with the death of my Father has been really tough.
I thought I was strong enough to just jump back into my routine but that has proven its self to be an unreal goal. Dad weighs on me heavy. Continually asking God why did He have to take him, and wondering what exactly happened the day he went into his coma.
Then I have these still moments. For instance yesterday I could smell Dad's house as I walked passed my kitchen. I know he's here I know he's looking after me. Mainly because certain things are starting to just work out.
I could cry right now, cause I now Dad is in Heaven, yelling at folks to move on my behalf and my lil sister.
I just miss him, you know?
I just want to talk to him, share with him. And it doesn't help that His birthday is coming up.