They won’t be waiting at the hospital when I give them grandchildren, and they won’t get to come over and see my first house. I know they are always with me, but they will not be there for those milestones in my life.
You consistently fought for your life, and I never heard you complain! You were always thankful to be alive and thankful to live another day. Thank you for also molding me into a fighter, Dad.
I’m not crazy. I’m not too much. I’m not lazy. I’m hurting and I’m grieving.
I trust that God’s plan is so much greater than mine that at this point in my life I just need to trust. I need to stop making things happen on my own, I need to allow myself to break down and build myself up again and again, and I need to look after myself for once.