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?