Yesterday would have been my father's 78th birthday.
I can no longer pick up the phone and wish him a happy birthday or drive over to spend the day with him.
I spent the day furiously vacuuming my house, dusting the cobwebs away, scrubbing the counter tops, putting all our clutter of the week away.
My grief spills over still.
2 comments:
Sorry for your loss
Love you.
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