It's funny how small holidays hurt as much as the bigger ones. Today's been really slow moving and even the weather has followed suit for the mood. Losing a parent isn't something that can be explained in words. The emotions that run through you constantly, every little thing reminds you of them, and no matter how hard you try to stand strong it all eventually comes out. Unless you've been in the situation, you really don't understand and you can't relate one bit.
It's been three and a half years since my Dad moved on from here, and I'd like to think all his pain is finally gone and he's back playing golf with his buddies and Dad. All the same, where does that leave me still standing on the planet without him? I've accomplished so much in the time that's passed and I feel like it's all for nothing without him here to see it.
Gosh I miss him so much. I can't even explain.
January 26, 1956- January 16, 2008
James Cornelius
