It's June, and in 20 days it will be a year since my dad died. One whole year. Three hundred and sixty five days. I will have spent every single one of those days thinking about him, missing him, loving him, remembering him, and more than anything just wishing he was still here. I get so sad seeing all of the Father's Day stuff in the stores because all I can think about is how Father's Day was the day he was admitted to the hospital for the last time. And how he never even go to open and read my Father's Day card. A year later and it still hurts as bad as it did a year ago. I'm not the same person anymore either. I'm filled with so much anger and sadness. But it does get easier to cope with everyday. I just have to keep living one day at a time. I do have good days but there are definitely still a lot of bad days mixed in. I'm lucky to have awesome friends and family to share and enjoy the good days with.
"It's hard to say I miss you, since you've been gone I'm not the same"
Love You, Dad
