Where is my Dad?

It’s day 5 since my Dad died.

I miss him so much.

Yesterday I couldn’t face anything. I couldn’t do any housework or gardening.

Today I made the bed and feel like I have it in me to do the dishes and tidy the kitchen.

I honestly feel like a psychopath. I haven’t cried nearly as much as I thought. I’m still holding on for my Dad to call me, you know. I’m still waiting to hear his gravelly chuckle and his “Hi babygirl” on the other end of the phone line.

Dad…where are you?

Published by janetdthomas77

I'm the person who will go into a burning building to save everyone. I'm also the person likely to have started the fire by leaving a stupid scented candle unattended or something, so...you know.

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