As the days pass, it still has not hit me that my father is gone. As I saw him in the room after he was gone, I kept thinking he'd move or I'd see him wake up or breathe. It's all a dream. I'm going to go back to that house and he will be there still. Alive.
I regret and feel guilty about a lot of actions, thoughts, and words. I wish I could take back a lot. But I can't. And I know Papa is in a better place. And I know it was his time. But it's still hard. It still hurts. And I still miss him. No matter how expected, it's still hard. I'm so glad he met Sam. But I wish she could have gotten to know him better.
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