6 months

It has been six months since he left us. I still have the panic in my chest from that phone call. I still get the weak feeling in my knees every time I remember that I cant call and tell him what the grand babies just did. I still get the weak feeling when I realize how far out of control my mom is. I pray that she will bring herself back in. Will this ever go away?

I am thinking not. I hope that my kids continue to remember their pop pop and enjoy hearing the stories that we have share with them. I miss my dad. I miss my confidant in my mom.

In six months everything has changed from familiar to so drastically unfamiliar.....


I am waiting for this wound to close....... will it ever get easier????