A year ago today was the last time I saw my Dad alive.
A year ago tomorrow was the last time I saw my Dad.
It's been a terrible year for me. Many successes, but the most devastating lows of my life, too. I thought I had experienced grief before, but losing beloved pets and relatives I hardly knew did not prepare me for what real loss felt like.
A year later, there's still a gaping wound on my heart.
Where did the year go? I made the New York Times bestsellers list twice. I've traveled to Washington, DC and to New England. The cottage bathroom had a refit (and a leaky hot water heater). The seasons came and went. And still my Dad is gone.
I can't get used to not having him there to ask advice. I depended on his experience and wisdom. There are so many things I wanted to tell him, and I wanted him to tell me.
Time marches on . . . without my Dad.