A year ago this week, I lost my father unexpectedly.
It's been a rough road since then. I think about him every day and miss him more and more.
Things won't be the same. They will just be different.
Miss you Dad.
I've been told by a few folks that the stuff I've been writing you should be compiled and put into a book. At first, I wasn't sure. I thought most of the stuff was personal, despite being shared publicly.
Hey pops, we got through Christmas, our first without you. It was pretty rough, but all in all, we had each other to get us through it.
We talked about you a lot, shared a ton of stories, raised a few glasses in your honor and shed some tears.
Surprisingly enough, it wasn't as bad as I thought it was. We had each other to talk to, lean on and hug.
Guess that's all we can do. It might get easier as the years go on, but from what I'm told by others that have lost loved-ones, it doesn't. It doesn't get worse either. It just continues to be different.
So I guess we'll keep plugging along; keeping the memories alive and enjoy the moments we had with you as well as enjoying the moments we will have with each other in the years to come.
Here's to hoping that 2013 is by far, a much better year.
Hey dad, been a while. I hope you are well wherever you are. It's been nearly four months since you passed and it's not getting any easier. In fact, with each day, the pain is pretty unbearable at times. The loss is equal to a thousand yard, gaping hole in the earth caused by an unexpected meteor.
We celebrated your birthday. We had a First Communion. We had preschool graduation. We've celebrated some many things since you've passed and with each occasion, there was a sense of loss that was heavy on everyone's hearts.
Well, tomorrow is Father's Day. It's the first without you and to be brutally honest, it fucking sucks. Sorry for the crass words, but there's really no other way to describe it.