Yesterday was a pretty tough day.
It was 27 years since my dad passed away.
Every year that passes gets harder not easier. Yesterday was full of memories and flashbacks.
I am still not feeling good today, but I am here all the same.
Ready and willing to write. Because sometimes…Ok most times writing helps.
As you know I am joining in with kate and her linkup of fab writers, for five minutes of free writing… Remember no editing!
This weeks prompt –
My dad is missing from me.
He has been gone for so long, but my heart feels like it is missing a piece.
My heart is weakened by the loss. Broken.
I may feel weak without him. But my dad was far from a weak man.
He was so strong. So brave. So courageous.
People will often ask me what happened.. Curiosity I guess.
I tell them he died a hero.
He wasn’t a police officer, a fireman or a paramedic.
He was a normal guy, who wanted to help someone in trouble.
He did and he saved lives. Because it was the kind of person he was.
He was a very brave man.
I feel positively weak in comparison.
Even now after all I have been through and put myself through.
But when I think hard about it and shed light on my past I realise that I am strong.
I am not as weak as I think I am.