I wake with the feeling of dread and sadness. The dread of the day ahead and the sadness of all the hope that I have lost,now that he is gone. He's gone-It feels weird even thinking about it. I'm grieving for him I guess. Perhaps I should have been smart enough to grieve for my Father after the accident instead of all this time later.

I shouldn't have had hope!!

As I looked at myself in the mirror,I tucked a curly lock of hair behind my ear.Today is the day of the funeral,the day I burry my Father.I couldn't bare the thought of saying goodbye to him.. Just like I...