i lost my dad, just over a year ago now. sounds like a long time ago, its not. It feels like yesterday, its as if he is still in my life and for some reason he can not get out of my mind, the old saying, 'there won't be a day that you won't think about someone you have lost' is very very true. I didn't believe it at first, but everything brings him into my thoughts.
Recently, i feel like i have moved on too fast, i no longer cry at night and can just about think about him without welling up. I am 18 years old, i have been through a lot, but death is something i will never understand. I can not understand how someone can be gone, forever.
It makes me question everything about life, nothing is important. Everything is a gift, take it while you can, it might be your last chance.
I wish i could live by what i believe but my family are so not like that, i don't get on with my family very well, my dad was the one that kept me sane, although we did argue all the time. I was still a daddy's girl, he'd do anything for me, i'd do anything for him.
Miss him more than anything, and now its been a year, everyone thinks its okay and im fine. im not.