As of yesterday, it's been 4 years since my dad died. Yesterday was a really tough day, which was weird, because I'm generally so calm about it all. But I felt so close to being fully unraveled yesterday and ended up cancelling my last 2 appointments so that I could go home early. Theovis, Mum and I had dinner together (takeout from Toko, our fave Chinese), drank a little champagne and enjoyed eachother's company. We didn't talk much about Dad - it's always hard to know even how to start talking about him - but we were all thinking about him. Both Theovis and I were just burnt out physically and emotionally so we ended up having an early night. Once in bed, we both got really choked-up and had a good talk and cry about my dad. It was good to acknowledge the pain that I don't even realize is always there.
We miss you, Da!