One year ago, my dad died.

One Year. 

Merry Christmas, Goodbye.

You won't see the twinkle of tinsel or the decade-old fairy lights flash. We won't get to decorate the
tree and bicker about what should go where. We won't get to put our star on the top and you won't be
here. 

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“I tell my younger friends that no matter how I go, I want it reported that I drowned in moonlight, strangled by my own bra.”

Dealing with Grief

Grief is strange. When it first hits you, you don’t fully have time to acknowledge it because life is rushing you away. 

One month ago, my dad died.

It’s been a month since I last saw him yet part of me still thinks he’s just gone way and he’s going to walk through the door any day now.