
Quote by Whiskey_
Today, it's been six months since my Dad was senselessly killed. It's been six months of pain, tears, lies, questions, anger and a lot of sadness. His name, forever etched as a statistic on a website. He was so much more than you can put into words.
He has always been my biggest champion. My Dad was my rock. last year, when my son's father committed suicide. He helped me and allowed that place to fall apart, worry, vent, etc. so I could focus on my boys and help them with their grief. They are both missed every day.
I made it through our first holiday season and our birthdays without him. Everyday there is moment when I can't breathe. It catches me off guard sometimes. What has helped, a little, has been my sons (they're terrific), working, trying to stay busy and helping others.
We all deal with grief in our way and time. Someone recently asked if I was over my it. It? Hmm.. no I am not over "it". I believe you never get over it. You adjust to a new normal, but you sure as hell don't get over "it".
Anyone that is waking up to a new normal, big hugs to you and many blessings for days that make you smile.