You have been gone only 13 days now-- this would be the longest, by far, that I have ever gone without talking with you. The hard part? It will get much, much longer than that-- it will be for the rest of my life.

Yeah, people say that I can still talk to you, and I do-- I talk out loud to you every single day. But the key word here is "with." I want to talk with you. I want to hear your voice, laugh with you, and just have you back.

I miss you so much. You were ripped from my life so suddenly. Spoke to you Saturday, you died on Monday. You sounded so bright on Saturday. I called Sunday, and left you a voicemail. Mom called me later that night, and acknowledged that you had gotten the voicemail, but would call me back the next day. There would never be time the next day. You were already gone.

[Slippers]

Oh Sweetpea, I'm so sorry that your dad can't talk back to you in the way you want. I so wish that were possible for you. I want to make it easier, and I just can't. Wish I could.

Just know I care and understand the pain of getting to know "forever". It totally sucks.

Wish I could give you a hug that would fix it.

Slippers

[MINIME]

Im sorry pink.

I'm sorry for your loss Pink.

((((Pinksoil)))))

[DontSayIt]

I'm sorry you lost him. I'm sorry hearing sorry doesn't always help. I've lost my dad too If you ever need someone to talk to, I'll listen.

[I_WMD]

Originally Posted by pinksoil

You have been gone only 13 days now-- this would be the longest, by far, that I have ever gone without talking with you. The hard part? It will get much, much longer than that-- it will be for the rest of my life.

Yeah, people say that I can still talk to you, and I do-- I talk out loud to you every single day. But the key word here is "with." I want to talk with you. I want to hear your voice, laugh with you, and just have you back.

I miss you so much. You were ripped from my life so suddenly. Spoke to you Saturday, you died on Monday. You sounded so bright on Saturday. I called Sunday, and left you a voicemail. Mom called me later that night, and acknowledged that you had gotten the voicemail, but would call me back the next day. There would never be time the next day. You were already gone.

Pink ,,,, sits quietly .......... while you listen to your Fathers words .

{{{{{{{ hugs }}}}}}}.

WMD.

[Slippers]

I hope you are doing ok. Thinking of you.

Slippers

[HALLIEBETH87]

talk with him in your memories.

Pink,

I still have the challenges of wanting to hear or be heard by my late sister, Sherry. I know the pains you feel and the yearning will always be there. Over time, you do find some kind of acceptance but your father's presence is kept alive within you as you think of him. That is how you will connect with him. You will keep his spirit alive in your heart.

Thank you everyone. Today he has been gone 20 days. I cannot believe how quickly 20 days have gone by. I have never gone this long without speaking to my dad. At this point, each day hurts more because I miss him more and more. I have so many things I need to tell him.... and I need to hear his voice, talking back to me.

Losing my dad was always my biggest fear. I identified it as the worst possible thing that could happen to me.. and it did. I did not think it would happen for another 10 or 15 years.

[I_WMD]

Pink .. so balanced in so many more ways than the place that be your ideals >> and thoughts ..

My father was the peep that looked at me when I crawled and then walked >> Find the memories that he had of you >> at this moment >> look through his eyes >> and ,, and there you will find yourself as he envisioned . >>.. and the belief that still carries strong in your heart .



WMD, .

[Razzleberry]

So sorry for your loss. You must have been very close if you never went two weeks without talking together, that is wonderful that you had such a great relationship with him. Savor the memories, but yes - it's okay to cry.

I am very sorry.

[ECHOES]

((( pinksoil )))

.... and I need to hear his voice, talking back to me.

I don't know how soon, but I talked to my Dad all the time. Shared the baseball season with him, recounted memories with him. Many times I think I shared things that I knew exactly what his reaction would be and so that made me feel connected to him again in my heart.

I also remember how DARE the world go on as usual. How DARE the sun come up, flowers bloom. How dare there be beauty still when he was gone...but he would have been the first one to appreciate the beauty, so maybe each day is a tribute to the ones we lose and miss so painfully.

Thinking of you with gentle comforting care.