My sister and I were texted each other, talking about how sad this all is and I just lost it at work. I was sobbing in between calls, sniffling my way through booking shows tickets and comps and after about 30-45 minutes I had to get out of there.
I made Dads spaghetti for dinner, curled up next to Michael and watched a funny movie. I still feel pretty awful but a little bit better.
Everyday this gets more and more real so everyday my heart breaks more and more. I am not cut out for this journey. I am not prepared for grieving my father but here I am in the thick of it.
Wish me luck.
I love your blog. And you're ok too. :)
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