I meant to post this on Friday, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t clear my head enough to be able to write.
Friday, 27th January 2012 marked the second anniversary of Dad’s death. I can’t believe it’s 2 years already, the time has gone so fast, yet I can still remember that day like it was yesterday, in fact I can still remember the whole week from when Dad was admitted to hospital right up to that moment. Although I try not to think about it, and try to remember only the good memories, I don’t think I’ll ever forget it.
Do you ever get over the death of a parent (or anyone you love so much)? I can’t say I have, but maybe it’s still early days for me, or maybe it’s something that you never get over but you learn to cope with… For me, since Dad died, coping is not thinking about it. I want to talk to Dad so much, it’s probably one of the things I miss the most, our chats. My husband says I should just talk to him in my head and that he does all the time especially if things are going wrong on a job at work, he’ll ask my Dad for advice. I have tried to but every time I get too upset and end up giving up on what I want to say, maybe in time this will get easier…
I had so much more I wanted to say on this post but I’m struggling to get my words out so I think I’ll end here.