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.