Grief

It has been a year to the day since I lost my father. I'm still grieving this loss. I really hate that he is gone. 

I've felt pretty lost for the last year. I've done some positive things for myself, but really only in the last couple of months. Before that, I was just in limbo. A lot of the time, it was hard to even get out of bed. 

My dad was the last connection to the direct family I was born into. That little child part of me feels very lost. I wonder if she always will.