I feel the day creeping up on me. It’s the anniversary of Dad’s death and it doesn’t matter how many years ago he died, it still feels awful. Awful because I miss him so much and he died so suddenly, so unexpectedly.
A friend told me once that the anniversary of her Dad’s death was just like any other day because she misses him every day. Yeah, okay. but i don’t buy it.
For me it is impossible to not relive the day and remember. It’s impossible to comprehend that I have managed to live my life without his guidance and kindness and support.
I get angry at these people who make me feel like I’m over reacting for feeling. I think it is much braver to feel my loss than cover it up and say that I rejoice in remembering his life. I am human. Of course I celebrate the wonderful Dad I had, but I miss him and believe that the anniversary of one’s passing is a day to be acknowledged.
