I am so messed up in the head since my dad died, I can't get over his death as much as I try.
I'm plagued with grief.
I've just been sat looking at photos of dad, some he was so happy and healthy and others of when he was dying and I even have a photo of him in his coffin.
He'd go mad at me for having that photo, I can hear him now calling me a dumb bitch. He would hate it but its all I have left of him.
My heart is broken into a million pieces and I will never be happy no matter how hard I try.
Hearing my children say 'mum' is the only reason i'm alive. I'm so lost without my father. He did everything and more for me and the boys but he never taught me how to live without him..
How do you live a life to the fullest but you are empty inside.
I keep saying it but I am only alive today because I couldnt bare the thought of my kids feeling like I do.
Im sat crying writing this blog, I cant describe how unhappy I am inside without him. He really has left a massive empty hole inside of me that will never heal.
June 14th My Son Is Coming Home.
The coroner has rang today and the funeral home. My son will be getting collected from Liverpool, Monday morning. Which means I can hopefully see him Tuesday. Its Friday today. It will be over 2 weeks since I last saw my child. As a mother, my body is yearning to see my son. I just need to hold him and kiss him on his head. I feel sickness to the pit of my stomach, I'm dreading seeing my baby in a coffin, I'm dreading the funeral. This shouldn't be happening. His funeral will be July 1st at 12.15. I just feel numb. Im convinced its not my son and he'll just arrive home at some point.. I feel hollow with a sick feeling in my stomach. A few of my friends delivered me a beautiful canvas of my son this morning. What beautiful, thoughtful people I have in my life. I don't really know how I feel or what to say, I don't understand how I'm still alive. I'm lost...
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