Monday, August 14, 2017
Dad,
My apologies that I won't be there for your Memorial. The pain is unbearable. Truthfully, I don't want to have to face reality that this is even real. Some might say that going would bring closure. Right now, that word closure is a fallacy. Solace? Don't think so. Since I was young, I feared this day. Never wanted to believe it would happen to me. Yes, death is inevitable, but no one is ever prepared. Especially, when it's a parent. These past few weeks have been a roller coaster of emotions. One min, I'm up, next min, I'm down, and then, out of no where I'm being flipped around. I have my good, my bad, and my days where I'm comfortably numb. I've become a mime, concealing my emotions, but lately a memory will pop in my head, and a tidal wave of memories will roll down my cheeks. All I can do is wipe them away, and keep on truckin. I've faced many adversities, but this by far is the worst. Don't you fret though, I'll be just fine. ;) I was raised to be strong and fierce. I'm definitely both. Mixed with a dash of sassy. :)
You are and will be sorely missed, Dad. Rest peacefully.
