I've posted before about my fathers illness. He passed a week ago in our home. I witnessed him stop breathing and I've been walking around in this surreal like haze, i try to believe he's out there but my cynicism makes it hard. I have a deep pain in my chest that aches all day. Food doesnt appeal to me and I really don't want to do anything beside hide in a hole. I worry for my brother and I worry for my mother. Sometimes I cry just because I can't stand to see THEM sad.
I got this in memory of him. The physical pain was actually helpful.
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