Today was rough. It was rough because it has been on the back of my mind for a year.
Its my fathers first anniversary of his death. And it it also his birthday. This thought is the heaviest thing I carry in my heart each day because each day I realize more and more what he is not here to experience with me. It's too bad that I know exactly what he would say to each question I have for him, but I won't be able to hear it come out of his own mouth. There is so many normal things that trigger truamatic memories of this time last year, that I cna still find myself crying out of nowhere just because I saw an advertisement of the Godfather on the internet or heard a Ramones song playing someplace.
I miss my dad more than I am comfortable with. Everyone who ever knew him always tells me i'm his clone and I wish there were more pictures of us together.
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