Members ModKonnie Posted August 22, 2010 Members Report Share Posted August 22, 2010 I don't think I will ever be able to forget almost every minute of August 21, 2009. That's the day I sat by my father's bedside with my brothers and sisters, my mother and many of my father's family members and sadly waited for Dad to die. We knew it was coming, but it doesn't seem to make it any easier when it actually happens. He was ill, he was in pain, he was miserable, but the moment he died I missed him. It's been a year. Yesterday, I went about my regular Saturday routine, but my heart ached. Last night, I walked for miles with my sister and we briefly talked about what we were doing at the exact same time an entire year ago. We were both too sad and reflective to do much talking. I know Dad is in a better place, but I miss talking to him. I can't believe I haven't talked to him in an entire year. I will always miss him. I loved my Dad. I still do. Konnie Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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