As I drive to work this morning I think, "What would he say to me today?" I sit and I sing some more. Why do I feel so broken? A couple more miles and I zone out. Then I think I need to call him and talk to him. He is not there......
So I talk to him like he is sitting next to me. "Hi, Dad! I sure do miss ya. Yes, Dad, I am working on not being so sad. Yes, Dad I am Lucky. I know my kids are healthy and my husband works hard."
But I don't really feel Lucky. Not at all.
I feel Alone. My friend, My Dad is not here and I don't have anyone to listen to me bitch or tell me they love me unconditionally and actually FEEL the love take over me as I drive to work. My heart is broken, instead of filled with the feeling of fulfillment and being good enough on the way to work. I start my day lonlier and sad. My cheerleader is gone, my heart aches.
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