Our memories flood my mind day and night none stop …
Disbelief washes over my thoughts and I just say “no it’s not possible” over and over …
Tears flood my eyes and pour down my face …
I get angry … angry that all this is happening …
My dad … my dad is gone and I refuse to accept it …
He is my best friend … how? How do I go on without him??
It feels like a heavy weight is on my chest and my heart hurts … it literally hurts … it’s like he took apart of it with him …
I talk and pray to him out loud …
I picture his lifeless body over and over … it looks like he is just sleeping … I just want him to wake up …
I wish I could see him again and give him the biggest hug like I always did …
My dad wasn’t an emotional person … but I like to think I knew him better than most …
I’ve always been worried about him even when I didn’t have to be … that’s just what I do …
I can still hear his voice, smell his scent … feel his hugs, feel his hand in mind,etc …
I’ve had many years to study this man and I know it’s not true but it feels like I’m the only one in this world that is feeling this pain … like I’m the only one who lost a father … COVID-19 stole one of my prize possessions … September 10, 2021 is a stained day … the day my world shattered …