Once again, it's been awhile since I have posted. I think about it often, but just put it off I guess.
But it's getting closer to the date and in 16 more days it will be 4 years. 4 years since my dad went to heaven and I still think about most every day. It's 16 more days until my birthday and they have never been the same.
16 more days that I don't want to think about it to tell you the truth. I just don't look at it the same way. I guess I never will. In 16 more days my mom will relive it over again and her heart will break. Time has made it a little easier on her, but she still has her moments.
I thank God that my dad is no longer suffering and I know where he is and that I will see him again one day, but it's those 16 days that I dread and try not to think about it. But I do.