The day my world was forever changed. The day we found out my Dad had liver cancer.
Three months and fourteen days later, August 26 2015, at 3:50 p.m., my precious Daddy died.
I haven't been able to find a way to get myself to write about it until now, and even now it's hard to get the words from my heart and brain into the keyboard onto the screen.
I talk about his death in person, and on Facebook. But to actually sit down and write about his diagnosis, illness, and death? For some reason it's been nearly impossible for me.
I recently started seeing a counselor to help me deal with my ongoing grief and some other issues and she suggested it might be time to start writing about Dad.
So, here I am.
My Daddy died.
God how I miss him.
March 4, 1947 - August 26, 2015