Happy Birthday Dad, More than I can say.
My Dad would have been 68 yesterday. I know that I shouldn't be grieving so much for so long but I find myself simply mourning our loss over and over again. Events that he should have been with us at. Holidays, birthdays, anything, he should be here. So he is not and I have to let that go and adjust to the new way things are. Along with the new way things are in my life. My home, my children, my husband, my work, my health. Nothing is the way it was, or moreso the way I thought it would be, moreso the way I wanted it to be. I am through the latest bought with the blues, (I really shouldnt call it the blues it is worse than that but I will deal with that definition another time.) I need to make an appointment with my doctor to get back on some medication or something for my ups and down. I have more downs than ups. I dont feel bipolar. I think I have some depression. I wish I had some OCD so I could get my fuc*&^ing house cleaned up and packed. This is a very disjointed po...