The first year is gone....

A year has come and gone. Waiting for that date (of one year) was a long and often hard one. I noticed that as the date got closer, I got sadder. Then it was upon us. I worked that day, trying to keep my mind and hands busy. Keep going I said to myself. I made it through the day without any major breakdowns, just a little "in my own head" thing. The day after, sun seemed a little brighter and my heart a little lighter. The pain is still there, but the anticipation of the one year anniversary was finally over.

I miss Dad very much. But I have to say, I'm glad the first year is gone.

Paul