Today was always going to suck. That much was a given. It’s six months to the day since Dad passed on and dates bring back memories, as I’m sure you know. That much I could deal with.
My brother and his wife were burgled last night. They took a few trinkets of Jo’s and an old army badge of my Dad’s. My brother is devestated. Things like that hold great sentimental value for him and I can understand why, even if it’s not the way I view the world.
Me? I’ve spent the day alone with my memories. From tomorrow, life goes on.
I miss you, Dad.