Going on 9...

On May 20th of this year, it's going on nine years that my father passed away...Every year, I feel more distant and hollow than ever before.  Things change.  People change.  And I grow colder with time.  The funny thing is that I don't mind.  Some days I'm full of life.  Other days I'm just numb.  
On the days that I'm fed up with life, all the sorrows and the pain, I pray to the gods, 'If you can hear me, please, just let me die!'  I accept it.  I accept that one day I, too, will pass away.  Then I'll know for sure if we move on to something better.  I'm hoping we do...