November 3rd Tuesday.
I dreamt about my dad last night, he was dying in my dream again. I remember waking up crying. It was horrible. Why do I keep dreaming about his death? Its absolute torture. I miss him so much its killing me. Gone on tiktok and there was a tiktok of Jay-Dee on my memories and my heart broke all over again. I miss my son. Didn't take Jesse school today, we slept in, hes got a dentist appointment at 12.55pm so just thought id keep him off anyway. I feel like shit today mentally. Dreaming of my dad dying has made me feel so sad inside. Im going visit my brother after we've been the dentist, get us both out of the house a few hours. Grief feels heavy today. I could cry. I woke myself up crying through the night, thats not happened in a long time. I hate reliving my dads death, but thats the price we pay I guess for holding him as he died. I will never forget seeing my dad take his last breath. It will haunt me forever. I got to say goodbye to my dad, I never got the chance to say ...