We lost Dad in 1985 to cancer. It's been a lot of years, but I still find myself thinking, "I'll have to remember to tell Daddy about that", only to realize, he's not there anymore. Sometimes, I tell him anyway. Maybe he and Mom can hear me. I don't know. But it sure makes me feel better.
Mom has been gone since 1998 and even as I write this the tears rain down my face and the pain is almost unbearable. I miss her so much.
I realize that death is just a part of life and that one day I will see both of them again.
My head knows that, but my heart still hurts
