So, today marks 8 years since the unexpected passing of my father. I can't believe how fast time has flown by. It doesn't feel like yesterday, but it doesn't feel like 8 years. That's almost a third of my life without him.
In the 8 years, I have not visited his grave, even though I had been told it's a good idea. Some think I'm hidig it from myself. If I don't go, he's not gone, that kind f thing, and maybe they're right. I don't know. It's hard to understand these things, even at the age of 25.
I had a cry yesterday for Valentine's Day, talking to my aunt over the phone. It does make it hard when you think about what he has and will miss, but it does get easier as time passes.
If anyone else has lost a loved one, they know how I feel. That little pit that is created in your stomach for these such moments in life.
Remember to tell the people in your life that you love them, even if it is hard. I made the mistake of being that embarrassed teenager that couldn't say it back over the phone in front of my school friends the last time we spoke and I do regret it. But, ce la vie. I'm sure he knew, really.
Just thought I'd share this emotional moment in my life and remind people of how short life can be. Now I'm off to put on a brave face and tackle the rest of the day
R.I.P. Dad. You will never be forgotten xx