and broke down crying. Haven't cried in quite a while. I also haven't opened a bottle of Sena since I last opened it for my Dad.
The flashbacks came roaring back of my father and his illness. He had to take Sena everyday and I remember giving it to him.
I wanted to throw the bottle away and never see it again.
It will be Father's Day very soon and more than likely I will be a mess. I've already been slowly getting anxious of the day coming. The first Father's day without my father.
And there were so many Father's days that I actually did not want to see my Dad. I dreaded the day sometimes. And now I would do anything to spend the day with him this Sunday.
(What I bitch I was.) Be careful what you wish for sometimes. I never ever wished that my father would die, but there were times I wish he'd go away so I didn't have to talk to him. How fucking stupid is that?
Ok, I need to stop before I turn this pity party into an all night pity fest.
Two boys: 17 and 14
Laughter will cure life's ills. Have you had your laugh today?