The struggle to accept my father's death hasn't been easy, but some days are easier than others. The past few weeks have been some of the hardest. It's so easy for me to push my emotions to the back of my mind when I'm away at school, but when I'm home it's just staring me in the face; the truth. And there isn't a damn thing I can do to change it. It stares me in the face every single day I drive to work and pass his house and the place he now lays.
Maybe that's why I don't enjoy coming home as much. I'm caught between putting on a brave face and asking for a shoulder to cry on. It's a daily struggle, and while I know I'm not dealing with it alone, some times that's how I feel.
I know time heals all wounds, but if someone could give me a timeline it would be much appreciated..
xoxo MCH
