One Year Later…Learning To Live Without My Father
I struggled getting out the bed this morning. I had to fight myself just brush my teeth. But I did it, I got out the house today. Today marks a year that I have been living without my father. If i am being honest, I have been holding it together all year just to unravel and fall apart on this day. I knew I was taking off today. I would do nothing but see my son off to daycare, lay in bed, and wallow in my tears. But a wise man suggested not mourning my father but celebrating him instead. So that's Read more [...]
