Wednesday
Dear Diary,
things are looking up as far as the fall-out of family goes.
not all- but little by little we seem to be able to pick ourselves up after loosing such a huge part of our lives. I miss dad so much. even still. but i am able to think of him now and not fall apart. i told a joke yesterday that was so corny he would have LOVED it. :roflmao:
i haven't been to his burial though since his furneral... a part of me wants to... a part of me doesn't. right now, the part of me that doesn't seems to be winning. i don't know if that is good or bad.
i had a dream two nights ago. dad was in it and he was walking around and showing me different things. maybe that is the way it will be when we meet up again. i'll be glad to see him up and walking and running things. :happydance:
oh well, night.
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