lifes become comfortably num
by mark t parsons
lost my dad ,last july . time has moved forward why am
still feeling like its a bad dream and havent woke up yet.
cant seem to focus ,on anything positive ,blank things out to survive, feel like bursting into tears to help me grieve
but nothing comes out ,like know one can hear me .
must stay strong for my nieces ,who are struggling to cope with out him, loads of questions i cant answer , dont know
how to anyway just get to upset when i think of things .
do i need help weired feeling feeling ok one minute ,and emotionally destroyed the next .
loads of things dad didnt tell me about before he died.
been sorting out his financial affairs which have been a nightmare to work out properly, i think why didnt he let me help him have i let him down was i a poor son to him , or couldnt he bring him self to tell me , got loads of unanswered
questions which i cant work out ,and cant rest till i find the answer why
one day at a time its going to have to be , hope i can survive
this emotional storm im going through. its giving quite an
endurance test though .