Grief is a lonely place to be.
Surrounded by people, but flailing around in the shallows and depth of grief.
Smiling and saying, 'I'm doing ok'. People saying, 'at least he's not in pain anymore' and 'he had a good life'.
But I don't want him not here, I want him here. Dad, you loved Christmas and sparkly lights. Why do you not get to enjoy it this year? I never believed you would go.
You held me when I was born and said, 'welcome to the world'. I sat next to you, on my own, when you died.
Miss you, Dad. You were loved, and we'll always love you.