Today is has been 6 months since my Dad passed away. It seems as unreal to me today as it did that day at the hospital. I can't believe it's been that long already. I can't even begin to tell you how many times I've been told.. don't worry it will get easier with time. I have to say I didn't believe it then, and I still don't believe it now. I can't imagine it getting easier, ever. I've come to the conclusion that it won't ever get easier, I won't ever "get over it" and I won't ever be able to stop asking the same questions and never get an answer about it all. It's just about learning to deal with it. I am doing just that these days, in my own time.
I wish I could say I've been doing good these past couple months, but the truth is I haven't. Most days I feel like I'm just holding on by a thread. The last six months for me have been spent not doing a whole lot of anything really. I spent the first 2 months just laying on the couch crying and not getting up much or even really showering. I spent most of my time feeling sorry for myself I suppose. Asking over and over again why me? Why my family? What did we do to deserve this? Is this for real? Is he really gone forever? Am I really never going to be able to see my Daddy again?
I guess about a month ago it hit me that it has almost been six months and I couldn't believe it, and still can't. I was thinking to myself what have I accomplished in the last six months?? Sure I've worked on inputting images to get the store up again, and sold stuff on ebay to help by my bills, but I mean what have I really done? I didn't work consistently on getting the store up because I was like a roller coaster ride, up and down all the time. It wasn't until the last month or so where I actually started pushing myself and realize that I have to move forward. My Father would so not want me living like this and he certainly wouldn't be very proud of me knowing the last six months of my life I didn't do much of anything.
It actually really hit me when I was laying in bed one night crying, I spent most nights crying myself to sleep. I realized that the last year and a half have been nothing but one thing after another for me. Pretty much anything that could go wrong did go wrong in my life. It started pretty much after I returned from CHA winter 2007. Not long after I returned my Uncle Eddy unexpectedly ended up in the hospital and ended up passing away. After that it just seemed to be one thing after another. I tried to stay positive, but I mean how much can one person really take?
It wasn't until a little over two weeks ago that I started to really try to move forward and get my life going again. To be honest I guess it started with my melt down, after a bird pooped on me. The bird didn't hit me just once, but twice. Once in my hair and then on my shoulder. I couldn't believe it. I'm like what else could possibly happen to me. I was told by several people later on that apparently that's suppose to be good luck. I'm like yeah ok.. how is a bird pooping on you good luck? I have to say I've been doing pretty good since then! I don't know if it's a coincidence or not but since the poop incident things haven't been too bad. I hope I'm not jinxing myself by saying that. I still cry almost every day, and not a minute goes by that I don't think about my Father but I've realized I want to make my Dad proud. I want to be able to make it through all of this, as impossible as it seems.