Week 1: I was laughing exactly twenty-two minutes after I held your lifeless hand. They called it coping. I called it insanity.
Week 2: I haven't slept a full night in a week because I can't remember the last thing you said to me.
Week 3: I still reach for your hand every time an airplane flies by. I still despise planes.
Week 4: Can you ask God if I'm allowed to be angry yet?
Week 5: I mourn the grandchildren you will never meet and I will never bear because they might have your eyes.
Week 6: We lit a cigarette for you today as if God would let such a deadly sin into the pearly gates. Happy birthday.
Week 7: I've never liked this house.
Week 8: I jokingly call other people Dad until it doesn't sting to say that word anymore.
Week 9: "I want to have a better relationship with you," turned into "I'm so sorry," too quickly.
Week 10: Depression is such a mouthful, three course meal of arsenic.
Week 11: You always told me I had a natural beauty, didn't need to paint a face of porcelain. I wear a lot of makeup now.
Week 12: I'm still not ready to write about you yet.
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 10:16 AM UTC
Week 1: I was laughing exactly twenty-two minutes after I held your lifeless hand. They called it coping. I called it insanity.
Week 2: I haven't slept a full night in a week because I can't remember the last thing you said to me.
Week 3: I still reach for your hand every time an airplane flies by. I still despise planes.
Week 4: Can you ask God if I'm allowed to be angry yet?
Week 5: I mourn the grandchildren you will never meet and I will never bear because they might have your eyes.
Week 6: We lit a cigarette for you today as if God would let such a deadly sin into the pearly gates. Happy birthday.
Week 7: I've never liked this house.
Week 8: I jokingly call other people Dad until it doesn't sting to say that word anymore.
Week 9: "I want to have a better relationship with you," turned into "I'm so sorry," too quickly.
Week 10: Depression is such a mouthful, three course meal of arsenic.
Week 11: You always told me I had a natural beauty, didn't need to paint a face of porcelain. I wear a lot of makeup now.
Week 12: I'm still not ready to write about you yet.
