Sunday, April 24, 2016

4 months in

I keep waking up at dawn, thinking to myself "what a nightmare, I dreamed dad died".

Still can't believe it's really happened. I hope it never sinks in.

My life is currently lived in two tracks - one where dad will come back and one where he won't. I prefer first track, knowing full well that's not a reality. But it's my preferred reality. The other will win out by virtue of the actual reality. no rush.