Today is my daddy's deathaversary.
He's been gone a year today.
My mom and I cried and told stories, good and bad, and that made it kind of alright, but not really.
More than anything, I just want him back.
I'm such a daddy's girl.
I'm really too sad to write much more.
Too sad and too drunk........it's been a toughie of a day.
The WORST part and the best part is that both of my kids are fine.
Because they don't remember him at all.
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Oh sugar. :( I'm so sorry.
Thinking of you, J.
I can't promise it gets easier, but as time goes on, the good memories become brighter and the bad ones fade away.
Love,
Ali
Ali speaks the truth. Time actually does amazing things. You never really forget, and it never seems that long ago... yet you become okay with it. But it does take quite a bit of time.
My dad's deathiversary is in November, and for the first five to seven years I would get depressed around the beginning of the month and have no idea why. It would be about two weeks later that I would realize what was on the back of my mind, and then, by the end of the month, I was back to okay.
Thinking of you...
It sucks. I'm young. Too young to be a half orphan...but, I guess there's a bigger plan.
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