Where are you Tata
My dad died in an road accident on 31st may 2012. I always thought that one would deal with the shock and grief better being an adult, how wrong was I.....
I dont have the words to express how i feel...strange, empty, alone.....everyday i wake up i ask....where are you tata? I still call his phone, i dont know what i am expecting. He was driving home from work and was just turning off the main road unto the road that led straight home when he was hit buy a speeding ambulance, the irony is that he was a doctor.
My mother seems to be getting on well, i know my sister is also still hurting and my husband...seems to be indifferent and just irritated by me and the little things i do to help me cope, like putting up a photo of my dad and I with my other photos on the fridge. So i have taken it of.
I was going through a fertility procedure when he died, and i ask God why, they say when God takes one he gives one back, but he has not yet given me one back yet. Is it wrong for me to be angry?
I miss him so so much and i wonder if he can see me, i wish i could hug him or just sit by him. One thing i am thankfull is that after living abroad for almost 20 years i moved back home and four days short of a year of me being back , he died.
I wish, I wish, I wish oh so many things, does it get easier? when?
I miss you so much Tata ... so much.....I wish i had called you that day....i wish i told you i loved you more often..... i wish...