Today…

 

It’s been three years, 
it still hurts and not a day goes by that I don’t think about you
we miss you, 
I hate that you are missing out on so much of our lives, 
I hate that we can never hear your voice again, see you smile 
I finally realised that the grief was making me sick,
I worried about getting sick or even worse seeing someone else I love get sick
I’m not doing that anymore, 
I know you wouldn’t want me to
I am living and loving every minute now, 
the good bits and the bad bits
all because I have my favourite people in the world around me
all of them except one
I miss you dad

I needed to write this

Cathie