Three years
Jun. 2nd, 2008 07:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
judecorpYesterday was the third anniversary of my father's death. I can't believe it's been three years already. So much has changed in those three years, it's amazing.
It's so surreal to think that three years ago, my brother and I were looking through a catalog of coffins to find one to bury my father in. A catalog. More like a binder, really. The funeral home director is a family friend and she was extra nice about everything, but it was still the most bizarre and surreal experience ever, trying to find a casket that would suit my father's taste and personality, even though he was dead.
Sometimes I still get the urge to call him. He hasn't been listed in my cell phone for a really long time, but the idea just comes to me out of nowhere sometimes, which makes sense because I tended to call him at random about this or that.
I still can't believe he will never ever ever get to spend time with my daughter.
It's so surreal to think that three years ago, my brother and I were looking through a catalog of coffins to find one to bury my father in. A catalog. More like a binder, really. The funeral home director is a family friend and she was extra nice about everything, but it was still the most bizarre and surreal experience ever, trying to find a casket that would suit my father's taste and personality, even though he was dead.
Sometimes I still get the urge to call him. He hasn't been listed in my cell phone for a really long time, but the idea just comes to me out of nowhere sometimes, which makes sense because I tended to call him at random about this or that.
I still can't believe he will never ever ever get to spend time with my daughter.
i hear you.
Date: 2008-06-03 02:22 pm (UTC)time can help, but it doesn't make it all better.
but hey, we can get all morbidly humorous next Friday. :)
Lyssa
(I try to keep up on the blog, but realisticly? not as much as I would like. :)