I cannot comprehend how quickly time has passed.
I cannot comprehend how slowly time has passed.
One year later, I still cannot comprehend that my dad isn’t here.
Today marks one year since my dad died. My heart aches, his absence is overwhelming. Grief is ugly. I cling to memories of our happy times together, and I cry knowing he’s not here to experience new moments with us.
I want to be strong for him, in honor of him, but a lot of days, especially today, I just feel like crumbling beneath the weight of reality.
Today I looked back to what I wrote last year after dad died, what I inevitably shared as a eulogy, and I don’t know how I found such composure. Today it feels I have so little strength to maintain any.
I miss his hugs.
I miss his greeting me, asking me “How’s my beautiful little girl today?”
I miss his strength.
I miss his insight.
I miss his encouragement.
I miss his phone calls.
I miss his voice.
The list of what I miss could continue endlessly, yet can be summarized quite simply….
Oh, how I miss my dad…