A month ago I received the worst phone call of my life.
My Dad had gone.
My world became, is, and always will be hollow and broken.
I'm sure time will make it hurt less but my heart will never heal.
I will carry regret like the weight of the world for the rest of days.
I wish so hard that I could turn back time and not argue or hold grudges, or that we could've made peace with each other much sooner than we did.
I wish I could tell him the words ' I'm sorry', even though he knew I was, and I know he was.
It's too late for wishes.
We had three wonderful final months.
We texted almost every day.
We spoke on the phone at least once a week.
We were looking forward to visiting each other.
That's what's important now.
And that I be the best person I can be, learned from these lessons.
I'm trying to get myself together.
I'm trying to breathe.
This will take time.
I found one of my favourite songs sung by my all time favourite musician.
I will think of Dad every time I hear it.