On December 8th it will be my fathers birthday and also the day of his funeral, 3 years since his funeral.
He was 55 years old when he passed away and his funeral was on his 56th birthday, he'll be turning 59 in 4 days..
Im heartbroken and filled with saddness that i'll never get to see him again.
The next time I see my father will be when I pass away.
I pray to see him everyday but all I have are my memories and photos around my house.
Im so glad I always took so many photos because that is all I have left.
Take the photos, photograph everything, because one day that is all we will have left.
I miss my dad.
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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