I'll Always Love You, Daddy..
Today is the nine year anniversary of my dad's death. I can't believe how fast time flew by. Just the other day, Brigitte, one of the other CA's in the building, aske me about my dad. I can't believe how fresh the story was in my mind. Honestly, I could replay that day over and over in my mind and still see everything so vividly.
This really is a pretty pointless post. I feel like a bad daughter.. I had to get back to school today, and I had thoughts about going over to the cemetary to see him. I guess I can't get myself to do it sometimes. SImply seeing the gravestone makes me bawl, and seeing his name on it makes my stomach turn.
When I was younger, I used to pray. While I prayed, I would take a moment and say, "God, can I please talk to my dad now?" And I'd pause, as if I was waiting for God to hand my dad the phone. After enough time passed, I'd start talking to my dad as if he were standing right next to me.
Wow, nine years is a long time..
This really is a pretty pointless post. I feel like a bad daughter.. I had to get back to school today, and I had thoughts about going over to the cemetary to see him. I guess I can't get myself to do it sometimes. SImply seeing the gravestone makes me bawl, and seeing his name on it makes my stomach turn.
When I was younger, I used to pray. While I prayed, I would take a moment and say, "God, can I please talk to my dad now?" And I'd pause, as if I was waiting for God to hand my dad the phone. After enough time passed, I'd start talking to my dad as if he were standing right next to me.
Wow, nine years is a long time..