Dad's funeral was yesterday. It was a really tough day. It was a beautiful service and we all got to write our personal tributes to him which was good. Its just so hard knowing I'll never make any more memories with him, he will be forever frozen at 72.
Today was the worst I've felt since he died. I suppose having the funeral to arrange gave me something to focus on, to stop me from falling in the hole. But now its done there's nothing stopping me from falling. I guess I'll take the climb back of the hole one day at a time. Hopefully one day soon, I'll be able to look at his picture without crying and laugh at things again
