This long day is nearly over for me. I have not slept since my Dad died. I am exhausted. I need to go to bed. The thought of it causes my stomach to squeeze and tears to sting my eyes. As if.....sleeping for the first time and then awaking in the morning will make it all real.
It is real. I know this. There are complications to all of this as well. Things that I really can't talk about here. My focus is to get through the funeral on Wednesday, after that I can work with the hole in my heart a bit easier. I want to pick up my phone and call my dad. I want to hear him say "Hi Slick"....just one more time..........
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