My Grief

It's getting close to the eight month mark of losing my dad, and it really hasn't got any easier. Some days are better then others, but the grief is still there. When my youngest son asked about his Papa last week and why he got sick and how come he didn't come back tore my heart into a million tiny pieces; I didn't know what to say I just picked him up and hugged him and kissed him and told him papa was in heaven and he was okay. When his my youngest son's birthday came around this last weekend; it made just made me realize that my dad wasn't going to be at his party and it made really sad that was another birthday that he wasn't going to be at. It's the milestones that really get to me. I'm happy that I have my husband, mom, children, family and friends that help support me, without them I don't think I could get through my hard days.