Year 2. Still sucks ass. Even more in some ways. You were a wonderful father, E. Your influence has not died.
Father’s Day this year sucks. My father is gone. My husband is gone. My father-in-law is with his daughters far away. It sucked last year, too, because despite the fact no one was saying it out loud, we all kind of knew that it was my husband’s last one. We figured that he wouldn’t make it to this Father’s Day, that his cancer would, at some point in the near future, do what the doctors said it was going to do. They were glaringly wrong on their estimates in how long he had to live. Way wrong. Father’s Day 2016…he would be gone in just over 3 months.
He has been gone, now, for almost 9 months. It blows my mind, and I still cannot believe that he is not coming back from wherever he went. I cannot grieve too much publicly, as this particular loss and type of grief…
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