Accept the death of my dad

still very hard for me. I miss my dad. I miss talking to him and hearing his advice. I miss laughing with him. We would make each other laugh. He was such a great guy!!

It’s not easy, but I have accepted that he is gone. I still get very sad sometimes, but that is just part of life and things will never again be as they were.

when peace and understanding do come. When this happens, embrace it! Death doesn’t have to be horrid or tragic all of the time. For my father it was a release from a broken mind and a broken body. I am thankful that he is at peace.

I will ever get past this. It has been six weeks now and I still can’t believe that he is gone. Sometimes I worry that the grief and depression I am dealing with will get the best of me, and that I might not ever recover. I don’t actually break down crying and squalling, but when I least expect it, the tears just run. I just don’t know what to do.

I am not yet able to write about this goal, I can only say that I miss my dad more than I can express and that this is the worst thing I have ever experienced.