My dad died in March. I was utterly bereft for a few weeks. I have been ok, but now there is this weird limbo. I am ok for a while, seeing friends, laughing, and having fun. I feel guilty for this, but know my dad would want me to.
Today, we have had family things. He's missing. My heart breaks for my mum. I can't really believe I will never see him again. He was lovely and so, so funny. I miss his stories. He was ill, but he still made everyone laugh. I miss him ranting about politics. There is a flatness now, where there used to colour.
How can I get things back? How is there so much future without him, when there was so much past with him?