Been a really rough last 1/2 hour, Dad
Saw an older gentleman getting out of his car
at the post office and that was all it took.
I started crying. Then I started trying to remember
what your voice sounded like, but I can't remember.
And I can't remember what your smile looked like
or your eyes, and I can't look at pictures.
20 weeks and 1 day now. I can't believe I actually
looked at the calendar and counted the weeks.
When will this pain end, Dad? When? I want to
just be able to think about you and smile
and remember all the things I loved about you
and you loved about me. But my heart feels
like it will never be free to do that.
I miss you, Dad. So terribly.