I decided to give titles to the days of this week before it even began.
If you can’t tell, I vehemently hate this week. I rarely use the word hate, but I feel very strongly about this week. It’s already wrecking me, and it’s only Monday.
Last year, this was a week that became my lifelong enemy. It was a week that became forever marked on my calendar as a week of great upset.
This is the week that will mark one year since my dad died.
One very, very long year. Yet it has also been a year that’s flown by at breakneck speed.
I honestly don’t know how I’m supposed to process the fact that it’s already been a year.
I don’t know that I want to process this fact.
I don’t know that I am able to process this fact.
But there is one thing I do know…
I miss my dad.