today marks half a year,
six whole months, that i've spent on earth without my best
friend; my father.
i'm proud of myself that i've made it this far, but going
the rest of my life without him seems
impossible.
we didn't know he was
sick, there was no way we could've known according to the
coroner. he had just helped me move into college five days before
he died & four hours before he died i texted him telling
him that i was okay and making friends; it was like he waited to
know i was alright. he found a way to tell me happy birthday from
beyond the grave. i can feel him here with me every single day, but
i really want to see him one more time. he always hugged me and
made the tears stop when i was hurt, but now i feel so broken and
there's no one to make me feel safe. my anxiety has sky
rocketed but i'm trying my hardest to get through each day.
it's so weird every night not hearing him come home from work,
it's so weird being in the house without him; everything is so
different. but i've made it this far,
i will keep
going. i just miss
him.
to everyone that has lost a
parent- i'm here if you ever want to talk, we can cry
together.
to everyone that still has their parents- please cherish every
moment, life is so unfair.
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