It has been seven months.
I think about him more and more these days.
I have come to realise that he is not coming back to us.
This breaks my heart.
I have been in complete denial, to the point that earlier in the week I saw a Facebook post about their Dad’s passing and I genuinely thought “oh no, it must feel so awful to loose your Dad”.
I know it is awful.
It’s just not the stab wound I was anticipating…. not for me anyway, more of a long term injury. Gradually the pain is seeping in and will not heal.
I genuinely think about him everyday.
Oh the things I would tell him if I could, so much is happening.
Today I feel sad. I haven’t had a sad day in months. I’ve been far too busy to be sad. It’s strange and doesn’t make sense, I know. But it is as I feel it.
I hope you have a productive Saturday