It’s been one month without Dad. How I’m doing, how I feel and what I think are just up in the air at this point. I don’t know how I should feel at this point, but it is what it is.
A year of firsts ahead without my Dad. This is me trying to remember all we had together.
Days of loss, the inexplicable pain and lack of complete understanding, there is no complete comfort for this.
We buried a body, but the soul is safe.
Remembering my dad daily, rejoicing in the struggle.
I just really love my Dad.