January 23, 2013
It's not going to get easier, it's not going to diminish into a mere thud rather than a pounding, it's not going to go away and leave me with a peaceful feeling that he's "in a better place". It's just not going to happen. I'm never going to be able to think of him without wanting to tear my hair out and pound my fists against the chest of a long-bearded "God" who, based on just physical description, would pretty much look like my dad. I'll bawl into my chocolate-covered cherries forever. I'd rather it be that way than subside.