Lost my dad on March 28th. Today is like a ton of bricks. Missing church right now. That in and of itself feels like shit. My family wants to do something nice today and I don’t even want to get out of bed. Phone is already full of texts I don’t want to respond to. This isn’t like me.
If he were here right now he’d say you’ll figure it out. And I will. It’s just a lot.
