It’s been 365 days now.
365 days of fun and fuckery, of love and hate, of life and death. Of things going terribly and irreparably wrong, of putting my best foot forward (without always knowing why or what for), and of things finally starting to look up.
365 days in which I was unable to share any of it with you. Being unable to ask you for advice (that I wouldn’t have taken anyway) or support (which I would’ve). I was unable, because even though you were “there” the whole while, you are still gone.
It’s been 365 days now. And I still miss you Dad.
When I was a child, I remember occasionally have night frights that would awaken me, rigid with fear. I would then creep into my parents room, edging my way up to the corner of their bed, while looking intently at my dad’s chest. I would do so until I could confirm that it was rising and lowering with breath, and only then, would I be able to shake the fright and return to my bed.
A little over a week ago, I was reminded of this as I found myself doing very much the same. I stared intently at dad’s chest. This time not so much to confirm that he was breathing, but rather, because I knew it would only be a matter of time until he was not.
My dad was almost there. Almost home. And now he’s gone. His was a very small and private service, but he is…
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as long as i'm singing 
and you always will.
Thank God for that. Thanks Kath =)
He knows and he loves you. And he is always with you. And one day you will meet him again, on the other side. <3
Your right m’dear. One day we’ll all meet. What a grand party that will be >.<
>.<
<3
your father, the memories of him, will never really leave you.
I remember that first year after my dad died (it will be 17 years this October) and I miss him often.
I think those are the things that keep the people we miss closer to us.
thinking of you.
Thank you Kir, I look forward to missing mine often as well. I would feel much worse if I didn’t.
Drops a small wish bubble into the atmosphere and smiles.
And all will be well, and all manner of things will be well.
And all will k~, thank you =)
Gone but never forgotten.
Amen.