Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Eleven months.



It's been eleven months since Dad died. I miss him so bad I cant even think or concentrate on anything. I have to get back into an upswing before it effects my schoolwork.



I look at these pictures and think What if we knew? What if I'd noticed the dark circles and how thin he was getting? Could I have saved him if I'd pushed him to see a doctor? It doesn't help but I can't stop the thoughts from running through my mind.



Jim's going camping with his buddies Friday through Monday this weekend... I'm terrified of four days alone. Four days of thinking how my Mom's been alone. Four nights in an empty bed with no comforting Jim snoring next to me.

2 comments:

  1. If you need anything, call me! (Let me know if you need my #.) I hope you do okay over the next 4 days, hon.

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  2. Thanks Megs, I think I'll be okay. Just gonna keep busy and concentrate on my school work.

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