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It’s Been a Long Year Since We Last Spoke
It’s late. To me it’s Sunday night. My laptop says “it’s technically Monday.”
I’m still awake but I need to be awake in a few hours for work.
I can’t sleep.
I’m restless.
I am about to face the hardest week.
It comes to me in flashbacks.
How I felt.
How you looked.
All of it.
You were taken away from me too soon.
I want you back.
I need you back.
I need you to hold my hand one last time
And tell me everything is going to be okay
Or just tell me you love me.
There’s still a hole in my heart from you leaving me.
Her voice echoes in my head
I can still see the snowflakes
And I can still hear your voice telling me, “You better go before it gets worse.”
Even though your mouth never spoke those words,
I knew it’s what you would have said.
But at that point, you had lost your voice.
I hate that I remember
All of it
I feel numb.
I had dealt with this.
I was stronger than this.
Do you think about me?
Are you still with me?
Do I sound needy?
Because I need you
A little girl needs her daddy.
It’s been a long year.
Today’s blog post title is inspired by “For Blue Skies” – Strays Don’t Sleep
Ps. If you haven’t heard it, the song is beautiful: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UWKP1SwHVqI
Just a Moment.
Just a moment of weakness – if you’d call it that. When the thought crosses your mind, it won’t escape you.
You’re paralyzed by the thought. You sit there, frozen in time in space, or so it seems. You don’t want to say the words, but they’re resting there on the tip of your tongue, “he’s gone.”
It’s not that you don’t think about it (because really, when aren’t you thinking about it), but rather you’re thinking about it more. Suddenly.
I can hear him saying, “why do you bother coming home if you’re just going to sit here and do homework?”
My goodness, that used to bother me. I used to resent him for even asking that. I mean, I came all the way home to be in the same room as him. Why was that not enough? Now I’d do anything to hear him say those words because the anger I felt would not be nearly as great as the emptiness I feel in my heart right now.
My thesis professor asked me today how I was doing in terms of losing my father.
You know, today has been the long time in a long time that someone has asked me that. Not that I want to be asked this all the time (because I really don’t), but it made me feel as though it was still valid to be going through the grieving process three months later. I told my professor I used to call my dad every day. He said that must be a difficult adjustment. I nodded. I didn’t have him to call when I got off the plane from NYC. I didn’t get to tell him about my trip. Or tell him I won a bursary. Or tell him that I’m stressed about school.
I miss how he would buy me wonton soup when I was sick or make my mom get it for me. I talk to him as if he’s still around, sometimes. I miss his snarky comments. His stupid jokes. And his big hugs.
So before I either go back to studying or to sleep, I’m gonna lay here on the couch, just for a moment, with one of his favourite blankets and just breathe. Showing weakness (if you’d even call it that) is not a bad thing, for it is from weakness one can build remarkable strength.
The Truth About Night Time
Night time is the hardest for me.
It’s when I’m left alone with my thoughts.
It’s when I miss him the most.
When I hear his voice.
When I feel his hand in mine.
Tonight was especially hard.
I used to call him the minute I walked out of every exam.
Didn’t matter if it was early in the morning or late at night.
His number would be the first I would dial.
And tonight, it hit me.
I can’t do that anymore.
I can’t hear his voice telling me he’s sure I did great.
I can’t hear his voice reassure me that even if I think I did poorly, I did my best and that would always be enough.
I was always enough for him.
I was his angel.
I was special.
And he would forever love me.
It hurts to know I will never hear him say those things.
And I have two more exams I will want to tell him about.
All I have are memories
And a broken heart.
But I will hold him in my broken heart.
Because in time, my broken heart will heal.
I will hold him in my thoughts.
I will love him forever
Because I don’t need to be physically with him to feel such strong emotion.
I will close my eyes and imagine his voice telling me he loves me. Because I know he does.
And before I close my eyes and fall asleep at night,
I’ll gently whisper, “I love you too, daddy. I love you too.”
I miss you every day, daddy. ❤