They say things will get easier with time.
They're wrong.
793 days later and my heart still aches the same.
But what scares me the most is that
I'm beginning to forget...
I'm beginning to forget what your voice sounds like.
I'm beginning to forget the feeling of your embrace.
I'm beginning to forget.
Memories of you are becoming distant.
My fists grow weak as I cling to fading memories.
They're wrong.
793 days later and my heart still aches the same.
But what scares me the most is that
I'm beginning to forget...
I'm beginning to forget what your voice sounds like.
I'm beginning to forget the feeling of your embrace.
I'm beginning to forget.
Memories of you are becoming distant.
My fists grow weak as I cling to fading memories.
It has now been 1,654 since my dad passed away. The past few days have been pretty rough. Four and a half years later and I am beginning to fully face the realities of life without my daddy.
It's strange, but my dad is always still in my dreams. It's like a part of me still hasn't fully grasped the fact that he is gone. Honestly, I cling to the fact that he is still in my dreams. It assures me that I haven't forgotten him (I know, it seems silly. Who would ever forget their dad, right?).
What sparked this blog post was the fact that my dad wasn't in my dream the other night, but my step-dad was. I woke up with a jumble of emotions...I was bitter, sad, angry, scared, and more. Am I forgetting him? Have I moved on? How do you move on from losing your father as a junior in high school?
The wound is still raw. I miss him. Alot.
