At seven p.m. tomorrow night, it will have been one month since my father passed away. It seems like it has been impossibly slow, yet ridiculously fast. The pain still seems as raw as it was the day it happened, yet reflectively better. Life has continued on... yet seems to be at a stand still. I am comforted in his passing, yet troubled just the same. I am in a world of opposites that feels like I'm in a spiral of chaos.
Last night I had a good cry. Nothing new, just the same rawness. I'm not perpetually lost in a sea of depression, but there is a deep sadness that simply won't leave. Yes, life is continuing on... it's just not the same life.
Memories are all I have... and I am blessed and thankful for those.