We use to sit on my porch swing....talking...drinking coffee....watching the birds and traffic. I have no interest in doing that anymore.
I cant help crying every time I think of him or remember good memories. The only bad memories I have are when he was in the nursing home. That killed me.
When he died.....a part of me died with him. If it wasn't for my daughter.....Id be with him right now.
Im going to therapy but talking about him doesn't help. I end up crying.
They say it gets easier with time...BULLSHIT!!
I will always miss my daddy......