I am finding everything a little difficult at the moment.
Breathing hurts a bit, and everything feels slow.
And I wonder why that is. After all, OK, Dad is dead, and this feels like shock. But why am I shocked? It is not as though we were close. I hadn't seen Dad in more than 15 years, and God knows, we did not get on for most of that time. We were virtually strangers.
And people say, 'Yeah, but he's still your Dad.'
I don't even know what that means. But I do feel something. I think it's the loss of what might have been. But that's not real. That might not even have been a possibility. He was one of my first connections to this world, maybe that's it.
I don't know. But there is stuff to do today, and somehow I must be up and doing.
Tomorrow will be the anniversary of a private post I put on here about making peace with death.
Well, no. It is fair to say that Death has been taking the p*ss. Fuck off You Boney Bastard.
Breathing hurts a bit, and everything feels slow.
And I wonder why that is. After all, OK, Dad is dead, and this feels like shock. But why am I shocked? It is not as though we were close. I hadn't seen Dad in more than 15 years, and God knows, we did not get on for most of that time. We were virtually strangers.
And people say, 'Yeah, but he's still your Dad.'
I don't even know what that means. But I do feel something. I think it's the loss of what might have been. But that's not real. That might not even have been a possibility. He was one of my first connections to this world, maybe that's it.
I don't know. But there is stuff to do today, and somehow I must be up and doing.
Tomorrow will be the anniversary of a private post I put on here about making peace with death.
Well, no. It is fair to say that Death has been taking the p*ss. Fuck off You Boney Bastard.