Tomorrow is another Monday.
I have a really difficult time with Mondays.
My Dad died on Monday, November 8th at 2:50 p.m. That was the hardest day of my life.
Tonight I am crying and remembering him and that day, how hard it was for my family. How my younger brother fell to his knees weeping after we said goodbye. My brother, over six feet tall, crumpled on the floor sobbing.
How I sit here crying and going through tissues like there's no tomorrow. But there is a tomorrow for me. I know my Dad is with me and wants me to be happy, to not be sad, but that is not easy.
Most of the time I am fine and strong and calm.
And then there are times, like now, when I grieve and am in despair.
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