I hate that I can't see your face,
except for a picture on my mirror.
But I love that when I look at it,
I feel you are near.
I hate that you can't speak to me
when I mention the word "DAD."
But I love the way your voice is in my memory
from all the talks we had.
I hate that God took you so soon,
when I still needed you here.
But I love the thought of you at peace,
no more pain and no more fear.
I hate not knowing for sure
what happens when you die.
But I really love to believe
there is a heaven past the sky.
The thing I love to hate the most
is when people think I'm so strong.
But it actually only seems that way because
I can't accept the fact that you really are gone!
Mourning The Loss Of A Father
It has been 8 months since I lost my father. He left us on August 7, 2020. I lost my everything. I was alone with him. My brother-in-law was going out from the hospital room, and I was...
Can't Accept That You're Gone
Published: May 2014
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I'm so sorry. Thank you for sharing your story, I know it must have been hard to write those words. It sounds to me like your dad said his goodbyes to you and felt at peace. I know nothing I can say will make your pain go away, but just know he is always with you forever in your heart and remember he is no longer suffering.