My dad died 3 years ago, and it's still just as fresh as the first moment. It was actually 3 years this month, and I don't know what the day is because I can't bring myself to think about it or find out. It still hurts so much that I don't want to know.
You just learn to carry the load. I don't mean that to sound like a sad thing - it isn't. I can accept that he's gone, and I know I have the strength to keep going because he helped me become the man I am. I still miss him, and the sting of losing him will never go away, but I can get through it.
No matter how sad I am for losing him, even that can't compare to how happy I am to have known him, how proud I was to be his son, and how grateful I will always be for all the time we had together.
My dad died 3 years ago, and it's still just as fresh as the first moment. It was actually 3 years this month, and I don't know what the day is because I can't bring myself to think about it or find out. It still hurts so much that I don't want to know.
You just learn to carry the load. I don't mean that to sound like a sad thing - it isn't. I can accept that he's gone, and I know I have the strength to keep going because he helped me become the man I am. I still miss him, and the sting of losing him will never go away, but I can get through it.
No matter how sad I am for losing him, even that can't compare to how happy I am to have known him, how proud I was to be his son, and how grateful I will always be for all the time we had together.
It gets easier. Hang in there.