When my Daddy passed away a couple weeks ago I just hoped so much that things would get easier once the funeral was over. When I woke up the following morning with this heartwrenching emptyness Itit hit me like a brick. I have slowly come to the realization that things just aren't getting better. The realization that he is really gone has just sunken in deeper and deeper. The actual time of tears has seemed to pass, but I still have this heart broken emptyness in my chest that I can't shake.
I've been writing in a diary at night before bed to get my thoughts out of my head. Which helps me relax, but I still wake up in the morning with this broken feeling.
I'm to the point now where I'm just hoping that it'll go away eventually and trying to learn to deal with it in the meantime.
I just can't believe he is really gone.