It is 17 years since my dad died and 14 years since my mum died, and there was another loss 18 years ago which I can't write about as it still hurts too much. In my heart of hearts I wish every day that I could go and join them and sometimes this longing is stronger than at other times. Today it is tearing me apart. Why do I have to be the only one left? It hurts so much. If only I could have even half an hour with them. I believe that we will see each other when I pass as well, and this is the only thing which keeps me going.
I don't think I appreciated them enough when they were here. I was so obsessed with meeting 'the one' that I didn't give enough value to the people I already had. My dad was lovely-he was the kindest, most unselfish person I have ever met. I was so lucky to have the best dad in the world.
I try to build a life for myself, but the emptiness is frequently so overwhelming.
I don't think I appreciated them enough when they were here. I was so obsessed with meeting 'the one' that I didn't give enough value to the people I already had. My dad was lovely-he was the kindest, most unselfish person I have ever met. I was so lucky to have the best dad in the world.
I try to build a life for myself, but the emptiness is frequently so overwhelming.