Two years ago tomorrow, my papa died. It's still surreal, when I pause to hold his memory in my heart for more than a moment or two. I still feel the same gnawing emptiness inside that I felt at the beginning. I don't know that I'll ever fully recover from this blow ( Read more... )

I haven't been in denial of my father's death per se...

What I have been in denial about is just how much it has affected me.

I've been plugging along for the past 11 months thinking, "I'm fine. Look at me, I'm doing ok. I'm doing more than ok. I'm doing well."

LIES. All of it. Lies ( Read more... )