I decided to give titles to the days of this week before it even began.

 

Sordid Sunday.

Miserable Monday.

Terrible Tuesday.

Wretched Wednesday.

Tragic Thursday.

Foul Friday…

 

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.

 

Why?

 

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.