He was a man with integrity.
He was a proud man.
He was a man who showed me strength.
He was a man with resolve.
He was a caring man.
He was the first man I ever loved, my father.
I miss my Dad everyday, it's only been 3 weeks since he left us. Everything seems to remind me of him, most especially with gardening season coming into play. I feel like a piece of me is missing and it's so heart breaking.
My husband thinks I'm depressed and that may very well be. I don't know how to snap out of it. I got it fits and spurts. Sometimes I just sit for hours and do nothing and other times I will be a flurry of activity. My house has never been so clean and I've also never had so much down time, it's a weird balance right now. For weeks I was always wide awake and the last few days I've been nothing but tired.
We had planned on starting to walk after dinner but it hasn't happened yet. Hopefully tonight we'll go for a walk. I'm also going to start walking to work in the morning. I'm hoping to make some changes to get me back in the direction I want again and walking always helps.
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