The half-year-day of my fathers passing has come and gone, and we have now managed to get through the first six months of firsts without him. There have been the big firsts such as birthdays (including mine, my sisters and my fathers), valentines day and mothers day. There have also been loads of small ones, where you just feel like picking up the phone and call him for a talk, or send an IM. There are the times that you feel that you are ok now, and it’s all going to be alright, then are the moments when you feel like you are never going to be whole ever again because there is something missing.
My dad passed in the cold dark winter, six months later we have sunshine and warmth, and my brother in-laws birthday. Six months down the line was celebrated with cake and silly presents, so today was a day of joy and laughter, it’s hard not to miss him though.
Six more months and we have completed the cycle, we have done everything once without him and then it should be easier, right? Not so empty and sad, right? Six more months and we will have healed a bit more, right?