Yesterday was a tough day.
Not that I don't miss Dad every day. But yesterday was the most difficult day I had in a while.
Mom and I were talking about informing people about what happened to Dad.
And right there I balled my eyes out. Because I miss him. Because I don't get how people don't know. And because I'm actually terrified to run into those people.
Next week is my birthday and I don't want to face it. I will no longer be the age that Dad last knew me. It's mind boogling to me.
The hard days take me back a few days. I just don't want to be the strong one anymore.
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