After 10 years I thought this day would get easier, and yet it never does.
The world rushes around me, but a part of me is screaming ‘Don’t you realise what we are missing, WHO we are missing?’.
The hardest part of grief if realising that life moves on for everyone else, you feel caught in waves of limbo, while everyone else has made it to shore.
Its not their fault of course, they are dealing with their own tragedies, their own grievances. Blinkers on we become so busy within our own lives, we don’t notice our neighbours beginning to tire as they tread the waves of life.
Grief has made me stronger, but today I’m taken straight back to that day. And I’m just a 17 year old girl, missing her daddy.