Today is going to be the hardest day of my life so far.
Dad's services are today at 1pm, and you know I didn't plan on daddy dying when I packed our clothes for this trip
I even knew he wouldn't make it, everyone said he probably wouldn't
so even knowing that I didn't pack funeral clothes, I didn't want to jinx daddy like that.
So...this is going to be weird in more than one way.
I will be the one not dressed right.
I am not sure why it is bothering me so much I know daddy wouldn't care.
God, I am going to miss him, I already do
He was our rock, he always was, if we needed anything, Daddy would help us
Daddy may have complained about it, but he would do anything he could for us when we needed it.
I don't want to do this.
This has been such a journey, that I never wanted to take.
Old photo's old letters, old memories...they just seem to keep popping up.
and you know if the three of us hadn't kept finding these things and talking about them for hours we may have all broken before now.
my mind is a jumble of things, I guess I will try making more sense later...