Today marks 13 years since my dad's passing. And then Wednesday would have been his birthday. This time of the year is always hard for me. I keep thinking it will get easier, and there are times when it feels like it is.
But I have my moments. There are times that I pull his blanket out of the closet and sleep with it just because it's the only thing I have that was his.
Watching his health decline the last few years he was alive was rough. He had diabetes and had a stroke and other things that eventually left him bound to a wheelchair. When I would go over to his house, it would break my heart watching him try to open the door as it kept hitting his wheelchair. And there was nothing I could do because the glass door was locked. So I had to stand and watch it, feeling absolutely helpless.
I always think about all the experiences I missed out on and all the ones that I will miss. I wish that we had more time...
But I have my moments. There are times that I pull his blanket out of the closet and sleep with it just because it's the only thing I have that was his.
Watching his health decline the last few years he was alive was rough. He had diabetes and had a stroke and other things that eventually left him bound to a wheelchair. When I would go over to his house, it would break my heart watching him try to open the door as it kept hitting his wheelchair. And there was nothing I could do because the glass door was locked. So I had to stand and watch it, feeling absolutely helpless.
I always think about all the experiences I missed out on and all the ones that I will miss. I wish that we had more time...
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| I'm pretty sure Daddy and I were laughing at that man's shorts |
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