I Hate Thursdays !! I wake up with a dread now every thursday morning as I know that it signifies another week since my Dad died.
Today was bad. It was my boys school Harvest Festival in the local church today. I should be there really as its the first year all 3 of my boys have been in the same school, they wanted me there especially the youngest. He said this morning, I want you and Dad to be there. I told him that his Dad could'nt go as he was at work but promised that I would go. well, I did'nt. How bad is that. Breaking a promise to a 7 year old. I did actually make it into the church but after sitting there for a few minutes with my friend I could'nt help it I burst into tears and had to leave. I now feel terrible for letting my children down. I took myself up to the churchyard where Dad used to go to sit and had a damned good cry. told him how much i missed him and how much I wanted a hug from him again. Back home now with a cup of coffee and some really naughty millionairs shortbread bites. so much for my diet. I just feel so miserable at the moment. I have to pull myself together though as my eldest has a hospital appt in an hour and a quarter and I can't really turn up there looking all tearstained.
How long does these sudden outbursts of grief go on for. If only we could turn back time and do things differently. If only Dad was still here
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