And now...I stuggle to accept that my dad is gone.
I am sad I had to celebrate my birthday three days after my dad died.
I am sad that I have to wish that my five year old remembers his Ho-Ho Papa, instead of hug him every day.
I am sad that I fight to get out of bed in the morning.
I am sad that the first person I think to call is my dad. And he won't answer the phone.
I am sad that I cry myself to sleep because I miss his voice.
I am sad I belong to the "I lost a parent" club.
That realization hurts. It hurts a lot.