Mar 03, 2002 16:17
Time flies: It just does.
It's two years ago today since my father died. Strange how little time seems to have passed, when in fact, 730 days have passed. 730 days - and what a 730 days it's been.
I feel bad, because I cannot say I was close enough to him to be still feeling aftershocks. I suppose, somewhere deep down I miss him, but I don't feel like I think I should. How is it supposed to feel?
So much other stuff is happening too. Angie called round yesterday...her and Aiden have found a house to buy. Everyone is settling down: it scares me a bit. Her other news left me reeling too it has to be said. It's mad when "out-there" issues come and strike home.
I'm beginning to wonder if March is just a cursed time in Colmworld: 2000: Well that happened. 2001: We all got sick, I nearly had to quit work to take care of everyone, Gran nearly died, then this year: job stress for me, stuff happening on Angie and other friends....I think I should just hibernate from mid-Febuary to April next year.
I miss Suzanne....hope Oz is fun :)
cursed,
suzanne,
angie,
feeling down,
dad,
anniversary