Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Thoughts Of Dad

I have been to dads grave 5 times since he passed away. Some how thou it does not seem real to me. I expect to go to his house and spend time with him as he is cooking some fresh breads or making some cabbage rolls. I expect him to be there smiling and talking telling me some story about something or other that happened to him when he was growing up. I cannot get my head around the fact that he is gone, that we will never talk again, that I will never be able to kiss him on the forehead and feel the warmth of his body.

It's all so unreal, this can't have happened.