Thank you to everyone who has reached out with kindness, compassion, sympathy, and simple human love.

This week is the two-year anniversary of watching my father die.

Yesterday was his birthday and the day we withdrew life support.

Today is the day I spent almost constantly at his side.

Tomorrow is the day he drew his last breath.

I’m fighting to keep afloat.

Fighting to stay grounded.

Hugging my puppy and doing everything I can to make it through.

As if giving me a special gift, Ladybug ate her entire bowl of kibble yesterday. First time in ages.

I didn’t think I would have to face the second Christmas, New Year’s, Valentine’s Day, his birthday, and now his death day on my own.

But I hold fast to the love and promise of his memory.

I am my father’s daughter.

Even if he no longer lives.

4 thoughts on “Dad

  1. EsMay says:

    I am so sorry for your loss. It is amazing how much it can still hurt, especially on those special days, when we relive every moment. My pastor called it clock watching. Praying for you. Hoping you can remember all the good memories, smiles and love in amongst the tears. {{{HUGS}}


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