A year ago today my dad died. He fought cancer for seven years before the bloody disease got a hold of him and beat him. He fought so hard to stay with us,he told me he didnt want to die..that he wasnt ready...who would be at 65..its still young.But in the end he asked us all for permission to go..it was too hard, too painful for him and he got to say his goodbyes ..and die with dignity.
Although its only just turned the 28th here, for the last few days Ive been wanting something..like I dont know a sign or something. When my dad died, he left me his car, a beautiful ford ltd. I had been driving this car for about 2 weeks before he died, going back and forth from the hospital, about a week after dad died i was sitting out in the garage having a smoke, when my dog started going nuts, running around the outside of the car...jumping up on the door, barking and carrying on...this is not something she would normally do..she continued to do this for a good 5 minutes or more..I just sat and watched knowing it was my dad, knowing he was there.
I hope this gets easier, yet I somehow doubt it will, when someone you love dies, how do u recover,forget, move on...I know life does go on, but its just not the same without them.
