My father died this past June. His death was extemely difficult to deal with. The day we buried my dad, hi brother (my uncle), had a heart attack and we buried him three weeks later. Life has not been easy as of late. I struggled for months to try to move on and have started to. It was the week before Thanksgiving and someone asked me what I had planned for the holidays and all of sudden it hit me like a ton of bricks that my father would not be here these upcoming holidays and I just started to cry and really have not stopped since. I realize that what is happening is normal but I am dreading the holidays. Any thoughts on this???
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